Pump Your Fist

We plagiarize Every narrative we write Every lie is marked in bright Bold yellow stunning sharpie Each page reveals our crimes So right my wrongs I'll bang my drum When the tiniest empires Are crumbling to dust Bite my tongue I'll praise your god When I'm battered and beaten And given up my trust Don't you know it was a trap? The trauma led to Profit-hungry algorithms Spreading dogma wildfires So right my wrongs I'll bang my drum When the tiniest empires Are crumbling to dust Bite my tongue I'll praise your god When I'm battered and beaten And given up my trust Right my wrongs I'll sing your songs Just give me a mantra To get me through the night Hey Pump your fist If you don't exist You don't exist Hey Pump your fist If you don't exist You don't exist Hey Pump your fist If you don't exist You don't exist Hey Pump your fist If you don't exist You don't exist