Systematic

You walked in to the room like it was some kinda movie These kind of matters aren't worth disputing And when the going gets rough, you get a bit sloppy But it never really mattered, cause you'll always land softly.

Call it what is it boy: systematic Call it what it is boy: it's man made Call it what it is boy: it's a racket Call it what it is

You don't have the right men beside you No womanly voice heard for miles around you You had these lessons passed down through generations They've all gone bad now, they're spoiled, they're tainted It's tainted!

Call it what is it boy: systematic Call it what it is boy: it's man made Call it what it is boy: it's a racket Call it what it is

You've got these peasants quivering at your feet Whispers they wish they could scream

Lover, we're surrounded, with nowhere to go

Call it what is it boy: systematic Call it what it is boy: it's man made Call it what it is boy: it's a racket Call it what it is