this is fucking ecstasy

i'm sprinting yet i stride

my satchel filled with files

the secrets of the tribe

the cameras follow me for miles

born a slave in 1984

i discovered that my life is just a record they performed

a maze where i was placed

tell me what you think of this one

tell me what you think of this one

'cause now i've sold you out

now that there's no doubt

now i've called you out

now i've sold you out

they strapped me to the roof

and they cut right through me

digging through my wounds

i watched them hopelessly and choke

where are my pills