Live, from New Haven

I've had a fear of success, always… far more than rejection  
A star's born, bound to fall; doubt forward-direction  
Start pouring the alcohol, ground-floor his ascension..  
Hope you know his cul-de-sac, 'cause I relate to hate within  
I sold my soul and stole it back, then I escaped the gates again  
If this is Hell on Earth.. Talk of gated communities  
Items that sell as birth, then walks and ages so beautifully  
It's Ordinary Joe.. Sort of wary though  
So he killed his social network status, 'mortuary flow'  
With that little numeral symbol.. Keep the funeral simple  
Like their dialogue.. Type a lie, and deny the fog  
Hide your eyes at the sight of God  
"I'd apply for that kind of job"; righteous guy..  
Tight disguise of a spineless fraud  
Perfect conservative worker-bee.. Not so fast..  
Search the terms of our nursery regarding pertinent service fees  
Quality guaranteed, built.. Anywhere but here..  
Let me break anyway, live every day, in fear..  
They say we're orchestrating evil, but corporations are people too  
Coordinating sheeple, and fornicating as we would do  
Weapons of mass consumption.. Lacking in substance  
That, in conjunction with fact that corruption is vast and destructive  
Passive.. Reluctant; lasting injustice; apocalypse?.. Imminent..  
America is not synonymous with innocence  
Mission accomplished anonymous citizens  
We're ordering a latte.. Instead of revolution  
And listening to "god-say", what better-said delusion?  
 
 
At The Ant1-Her0 Project:  
We believe art has an obligation to social awareness and critical thinking.  
 
  
We’re used to being soldiers.. Now our shoulders are  
More chipped than chiseled, and our heart needs a refill  
The war split from civil as I start to bleed free will..  
Sift through these arteries, a part of me dreams still  
Hard to speak, our disease is bargaining cheap thrills  
You can capture pictures.. I captivate imagination  
You just practice scripture while the passive traits attack a nation  
Get them acclimated.. That’s a lame exaggeration  
Facts aren’t as fascinating as the latest adaptation  
Truth is, there is none.. Certain of uncertainty  
Encircling the church.. Shoe fits, their wisdom..?  
Is surfacing as perjury in service to the Earth..  
Furthering the serpentine, merciless and worsening  
With urgency to work.. First to see the influence  
Misuse, and the damage done.. Ripped through  
To give you living proof of the planet, judged..  
Knowing is contradictory to faith, so we don’t know anything  
In the emptiness of space.. Perspective is everything  
In the destiny we face, but our legacy is so menacing  
We’ve never reached its place.. Perception.. Is reality  
Unless it’s out of callousness, the best depicts a fallacy  
Deception is a talent if it’s ending in fatality  
“Objection”; “I’ll allow it”.. The rest of it’s invalid.. See..?  
We make our beliefs the truth..  
But we couldn't find it in church; they're too primitive and dangerous  
The truth was in the art, the most descriptive of its languages  
In it, we'll find the answers.. Hidden in the anguish it languished in  
Limited.. Complacent.. Fitted with the chains we encased it in  
Faceless, indiscriminate.. Witnesses take it to the grave with 'em  
Or it's weaponized.. Live with, or let die  
Our desensitized eyes have visions of red skies  
But a gentrified society's given a Best Buy, so we'll let it slide..  
Definitive end-times for the modern-day citizen  
Living the west lie on the back of eastern resources..  
Detour through the back streets as fascists speak of recourse  
Pacifists keeping score, and these activists need to lead more this..  
Shit is ridiculous.. Witty and meticulous; gritty, or inconspicuous  
A puppet CAN be president if he's.. Pretty articulate..  
That's relevant.. The felon's attempt at villainy  
But I could never pander to your delicate sensibilities  
To Hell with it.. It's killing me; the malevolence.. And the filigree  
The truth is they're useless, lacking intelligence.. And ability..  
He's bleeding for the cause and in return, we planned our exodus..  
'Cause we can believe in God, just not the person standing next to us..  
 
 
At The Ant1-Her0 Project:    
We believe art is a tangible method of political activism  
  
  
So for better or for worse, we're forever the reversed    
Don't shoot the messenger for lessening your worth    
When colluding with these creditors and senators since birth..    
Practically.. Actually, imbedded in this Earth    
Is our mastery of tragedy, the apathy we've earned..    
We practice a feigned indifference, maintaining a sickness    
The frame rate has a glitch, and we're placating the witnesses    
Same way we save face maintaining a business..    
I'm an American, and still don't know what the dream is..  
A war-like people.. Standing fast for God as written    
Damned, if not for enemies and manufactured opposition    
Hand ‘em back your non-religion, Ordinary Joe..    
Cancer mass of politicians promising to stay the same    
Taking blood by hand of God, but never taking name in vain    
Clever snake is staking claim.. He's so dedicated    
Legislative measures taken, medicated saviors    
Only demonstrated taking pain.. The system.. Is broken..    
Too proud to call ourselves guilty, so the "victims" have spoken..    
 
 
At The Ant1-Her0 Project:  
We believe art speaks louder than bullets and election ballots  
 
 
People think I'm arrogant…that I bully them with intellect,  
Apparently, America's a pulley-system disconnected..  
Prison sentence, victim-esque of cynicism it ingests,  
It's a lesson in living less, inherently...with sin and death,  
Been in debt, but warily...Introspective as Winston Smith,  
And Big Brother had him in check--this isn't Chess, it's Internet,  
And the tele-screens we've paid for...  
We've traded freedoms for felonies, just keep telling me that we've saved more...  
Our well-being is well-demeaning, self-esteem? Self-defeating,  
Selling things and felling dreams, just tell me what we came for...  
This evolution's an illusion; despondency heading to war,  
Revolution's a delusion too...just not as...empty as yours,  
He who campaigns for power...Abstains from honesty,  
Handshakes for hours, but can't sustain the economy,  
Back-braces are policy 'straightening facts'...Property,  
Taxes break for cowards who landscape with our lottery,  
Mandated hypocrisy, litigants fight to live with it...  
Can't say it's democracy...if it's a crime syndicate...  
Filthy souls and sparkling hands, everything done by push of a button,  
Good-for-nothings looking for something, only stood for booking and judging...  
Romancing darkening plans, loving money, and harvesting lands,  
Corporations are running wild, orchestrating bargains with Man...  
Trades ethical questions for edible cancers and medical marijuana like..  
"What an incredible answer!"...Intellectuals wearing honor like,  
'Targets' on their backs while shopping at 'Walmarts',  
'Cause.. "I don't get into politics"...or colleges via scholarship,  
And now that line between true genius and functioning alcoholic...  
Is too fine to even acknowledge it...  
America Strip One...The Orwellian Surveillance State,  
Where characters switched up when your rebellion changed it's face,  
O'Brian to Benedict Arnold…then Judas...  
We'll turn on each other, and they're gonna use us.. to do it.  
 
 
I'm up here looking around, and I see a few agents of the establishment trying to blend in.  
Like I don't know what a fully-posable, corporate yes man looks like..  
But I know a programmed automaton when I see one..  
They're here because they don't like to see this happening.  
They know that art is an instrument of change...  
But at The Ant1-Her0 Project: we're not so easily intimidated..  
 
 
We've got fistfuls of misery.. Pistols and split-skulls, insults to injury,        
Our history was bullshit.. Blissful ignorance, sinful synergy,        
So criminal.. How this shit's pulled is a mystery.. Actually, it's not,        
Minimal imagery and tragedy took casualties to plot..        
Actively, it watches us.. Integral to victory, the faculty was shocked,        
Went from miserable to sympathy, then rapidly.. it stopped..        
No coverage on the news, or this supplemental government,        
A fundamental covenant is troublesome to some,        
But for others, not so cumbersome a punishment to come..        
It only proves just how troubled we've become..        
If the short of it's God failed, break ties and call it off,        
Ordering cocktails.. Make mine a Molotov..        
All is lost, I take it the lines have all been crossed,        
Take your time.. I'm just saving mine for the holocaust,        
Co-conspirators.. Civil disobedience,        
Shifted our focus here, because a system's only lenience,        
Is living astray.. It's our right to assemble,        
But our right to free-speech was given away,      
With a life on rental.. Fight to keep peace from hitting the fray,        
You'll be the envy of kings.. Any means justifies the end,        
But our legacy is everything, it must defy a trend-  
Setting emptiness, a tendency we trust and try to mend..  
While never lending a thing.. Anything so cut and dry will undermine again,        
By my calculation.. Amalgamation of my decisions,        
Having palpitations, the validation of my existence sent me to sing..        
I've just never had the voice.. Tried to reach you anyway, I've never had a choice,        
'Til The populace acknowledges it's got no victims..        
What it's got is hostages with Stockholm Syndrome...