You wake up to see a Million Die
The squall is coming, you better hide
sunlight, serotonin, you're deprived
As Protestant rot, eats you alive

Oh strongboi, Why should I die?
Plateau to Papineau, you run for that bike
all you can do, romanticize echos of another life

hate they fund and teach
so class consciousness, we never reach

Oh strongboi, I wanna change again
Mendoza?
No, but I've heard BA is quite nice

billions they carve from thin air
and distract you with faux warfare
gravedodgers, you call them billionaire
Is it so hard? paying your fair share

body full of yellow bile, to shop in their narrow aisles
can I please exist, without selling my soul, to petro pedophiles?

Hey! strongboi are you there?