in the audio i reference a few texts. here are those texts: I'm raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead I'm not a gold digger- I'm a grave digger, Through all these headstones I'm huntin, Digging up holes that these poor souls were run in, Cuz I know they didn't likely have a choice. didn't have a voice to speak with, now all they got is Bones to creak with- they lacked the comfort to sleep with- no blankets, no pillows, not a teddy bear to weep with, no. And we all know the killer is The Man, this big obscure figure lurking in the darkness, pulling the strings of these morphine fiends and the crackheads running through parks naked on acid, right? Not quite. You know, one financial disaster and that could be you someday. Just stick around, sit tight. They say you make your bed you gotta lie in it- but how the fuck they gon be happy with it if they have to die in it? It's a broken home, no frames- no support, just games- mind games, a power struggle, parents practically have they kids wearing a fuckin' muzzle! I'm raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead. Raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead Raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead You know some people don't make their own beds. They're forced to accept what the government or their folks put in their heads. So they lay down where they're told, like a dog they rolled to be accepted. And loved. I'm shoutin' down more to the dirt to give you the truth from above. Fixing up these fixer upper friends with the power of love, corpses grin as the rain pours- shit. I almost forgot to say what I came for, The Man isn't just society, The Man is your neighbor! I'm raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead. Raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead Raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead I'm raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead. Raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead I'm raising up the dead. Judgy Karens at the grocery store, and that man you've never seen before leering at your daughter like she's a fucking whore- speaking of- lemme shout out to sex workers, why the fuck would anyone berate a service that YOU fucking pay for? And those stupid bitches at the HOA and those teachers that just throw away common sense to follow the book- and those fellas that swear BY the book only to lynch a man for taking a fucking walk! So speak UP when you see a man pushing around your black friend, and shout OUT when some fuckin' dick's put you at your wits' end, don't be a bystander, you're making it worse, toleratin' ain't kindness, it's showing who's allowed to die first! Doesn't matter who killed your spirit worse. calling up all potential commies with this last verse. I'm raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead. Raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead Raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead I'm raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead. Raising up the dead, d-dead dead, dead dead I'm raising up the dead. http://www.radio-science.net/2018/06/do-you-get-to-cloud-district-very-often.html