P.o.box Skinocracy Lyrics

Nobody's safe in front of the court that I set up to protect you.
You all live in skinocracy:
treat me of such if I do not abjure my practices.
The tormented cries resonate in your mind.
You want tomorrow to be another yesterday not tormented by uncertainly.
Treat me of such if I do not abjure my practices.
In a time when humanity should be human,
the tormented cries resonate in your mind. When academicians praise the merits of the Man,
you want tomorrow to be another yesterday not tormented by uncertainly.
Nobody's safe in front of the court that I set up to protect you.
You all live in skinocracy:
treat me of such if I do not abjure my practices.
The tormented cries resonate in your mind.