The Division - Dan Bull

It takes five days for society to break

Starvation, hunger, violence and rape

The United States of America’s dead of her epidemic yet again

The violin should play

When you orchestrate and prepare an awful state of affairs is it fair

To say that you paid to rob your own grave?

With nature defaced, the decay is ingrained

You can’t take the truth 'til its straight in your face

And it’s too late to change it or take it away

Fate is a strange thing, we predicted the happenings

Straight after late capitalism

But we didn’t prepare

For the winter despair

There was frost on the glass

We were lacking the vision

But for what little is left we need a tactical vision

And for that, we can thank The Division

New York City

Could it be more gritty?

Money is the root of all evil

So when we fall farther it seems more fitting

New York City

Could it be more gritty?

Money is the root of all evil

Would our dear forefathers weep or pity?

Rewind

Flash back for a minute as we shoot back five days

To black Friday

New York, feel the boom bap vibrate

Street map is a true rat like maze

Open jail, flip the gulag sideways

Too late to glue cracks, view that crime rate

Whole city’s in a 2Pac mindstate

Thugging at eachother to get food and hydrate

Better get moving to that highway

Come on, if you really wanna do that, why wait?

Pack your bags, grab your shoes and migrate

Cause a dead president’s a dude that’s irate

For a land built on dirty money

It’s absurdly funny

That it’s turning ugly

But you know humans, we just keep running

And we will, it is our will, and this is a free country

The president says to do whatever it takes

To tether the threads and weather the state

Defend it against any tremors and quakes

Hell or heaven could make

My vector can spray

Like a rector can pray

So I’ll rectify lies, correct your mistakes

You’re treading a fine line with steps that you take

So you might find my bootprint etched in your face

Yes siree, we do what’s necessary

Every discretionary decision is left up to me

Definitely

Stepping the street

With weapon ready

To step in and cease

The spread of the epidemic dead on its feet

Second guessing whoever we meet

We’re a second from our severed head and spines lying separately

So I’m speaking to my team with techy telepathy

If I protect them

They protect me