Sacred, spaces, still, exist
Safe from colluding oligarchs
(That's) grinding ardent artists
Manipulating markets
(Just to) filling up their margins
They'll never touch the carpets
Fighting back with bruises
Disremembered truces
All for that filthy lucre
Styling photoshoot-ups
They'll never touch the carpets
They'll never touch the carpets
Carrying the loses
Like a fleet of cruise ships
Minimize the chances
Thwarting true advances
(He's) endeavored by convictions
(He's) preempting criticism
(We) simply trying to get on
Categorizers
Comprisor of self-mythologize
Soil fertilized with lies, which they're farming buyers with
Kings of disinspire
They deserve it twisted, they try to get it