stare at the ceiling fan the planet keeps spinning all the gandhis the neros the ones and the zeroes the heroes and villains and everywhere i look it seems like the bad guys are winning and i got a bad feeling that this shit is just the beginning im hoping its true what they say that everythings not what it seems cause sometimes it seems like the whole world is coming apart at the seams are we asleep lost in a dream we sit in the dark and stare at the screen but im anti social man i aint no instagrammer good intentions and bad grammar you can get at me on twitter but i aint here for the chitter chatter im the former they the latter they just smile for the camera says a lot about the state of the game that the biggest rapper in the world is an actor we dont wanna hear what matters please just drop another banger wont somebody help cause im bout to have me a meltdown like a fukushima reactor yeah stare at the ceiling fan the planet keeps spinning all the gandhis the neros the ones and the zeroes the heroes and villains and everywhere i look it seems like the bad guys are winning and i got a bad feeling that this shit is just the beginning waging a war aim from the fringe speaking my truth to the centre of power warming my hands burning a bridge give me the anger i turn it up louder see im kicking the door off its hinges im flipping with ninjas aiming at princes cultural cringes up in their ivory towers gotta resist with banners and fists we shatter their myths theyll tell you im animalistic i am a mis fit like a glove when they tell you that i am the enemy i am the one you should fear im up in the sky im out on the sea im right at your door i am already here yeah since birth in a one horse town since a redhead stepped in the house opened up the gates let loose all the hounds tryna breathe life in the voice that drowned us them guns pens watching the fan on the ceiling again revolution a second my pupils pinwheeling again turn into mandalas made out of brilliant gems speak with the force of a million men pen dance like bangarra sling slang where they hang martyrs  on the screen they seem so sombre while they preach their divide and conquer fear your neighbour fear the stranger fear the other they are monsters they have not names for they are not human nah they are just numbers the lies we try to tell ourselves to justify the numbness better put your wall up never let your guard down they will eat your heart out when we shut them borders fall in line and join the chorus saints living in squalor villains sitting in office the land of broken promise the last days are upon us yeah i stare at the ceiling fan i was sitting with god i asked what hes thinking what go through his mind as he thicken the plot but he didnt reply just puffed on a milligram we sat there in silence as i wondered when hes gon finish the job