Thieves! (Screamed the Ghost) [feat. Tunde Adebimpe]

You walk into this room at your own risk, because it leads to the future, not a future that will be but one that might be. This is not a new world, it is simply an extension of what began in the old one
 (Conversing with a ghost, conversing with a ghost)
 He just leaving and he screamin' Jesus
 (He had the highest hopes, he had the highest hopes)
 People yelling, screamin' at polices
 (Riots tonight, riots tonight)
 Burnin', lootin', shootin', takin', thievin'
 (Fire and light, fire and light)
 Fill the air and most don't know the reason
 (Never knew his name, never knew his name)
 But they know his problems and feel his pain
 (Shit's still the same, shit's still the same)
 We just prey off in they deadly game
 (It'll never change, it'll never change)
 Too much profit in it and it stay the same
 (The facts still remain, the facts still remain)
 You can burn the system and start again
 (Spoke with a ghost)
 Late night, same night, "God, let me sleep, please, I'm begging you"
 (Said don't be afraid)
 Daylight might never break right again once they get at you
 (Said you'll never be alone again)
 This house is haunted by pain transposed into revenue
 (The murdered all stay)
 That thing when your mind says "Run!" but your heart isn't letting you
 (Said we got an army now)
 You strike 'em down, still they live inside hearts, hearts carry them
 (The weapon is our memory)
 Some get to count sheep, some gotta count kids that they burying
 (I don't wanna scare nobody)
 Fears been law for so long that rage feels like therapy
 (But I'm gonna make 'em remember me)
 Nobody gets no more sleep till we teach them remembering
 Thieves!
 Thieves!
 Coming live at five, we got new news breaking
 You heard here first if you don't die waiting
 Hard to review the scene I just seen
 I'ma try to convey, but it defies explaining
 Started with folks just crying
 Nothing but broken heart sobs and the shriek of the sirens
 Right at the spot where the blood's still drying
 Then (My God) I saw it, the dead began rising
 I don't know much about science
 But I seen an army of armed men stop and get quiet
 Mist hung low like a prayer from a tyrant
 Sky became black like the stars aren't aligning
 So many years of this violence
 Now we're surrounded by the souls of the dead and defiant
 Saying "Look what you've done, you designed it"
 When the bough breaks, hear the wraith scream, "Riot!"
 No more moms and dads crying
 No more arms in the air
 We put firearms in the air
 Molotov cocktails thrown in the air
 CNN got dummy Don on the air
 Talking 'bout he smell that ganj in the air
 Dummy don't know and dummy don't care
 Get that punk motherfucker outta here
 Aye, ghosts are walking
 Ghosts are talking
 Everything gon' be different, mane
 Shh, karma's coming
 Ain't no runnin'
 Death gon' deal with the guilty, mane
 The universe curses the killers, mane
 Can't keep killin' God's children, mane
 A pound of flesh is what you owe
 Your debt is due, give up your ghost
 Thieves!
 Thieves!
 Thieves!
 What have you done?
 What have you done?
 What have you done?
 What are you making us do?
 Thieves!
 It's on you
 It's on you
 Thieves!
 It's on you
 It's on you
 It's on you
 Thieves!
 I think America must see that riots do not develop out of thin air. Certain conditions continue to exist in our society which must be condemned as vigorously as we condemn riots. But in the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard
 Thieves!
 
 You walk into this room at your own risk, because it leads to the future, not a future that will be but one that might be. This is not a new world, it is simply an extension of what began in the old one
 (Conversing with a ghost, conversing with a ghost)
 He just leaving and he screamin' Jesus
 (He had the highest hopes, he had the highest hopes)
 People yelling, screamin' at polices
 (Riots tonight, riots tonight)
 Burnin', lootin', shootin', takin', thievin'
 (Fire and light, fire and light)
 Fill the air and most don't know the reason
 (Never knew his name, never knew his name)
 But they know his problems and feel his pain
 (Shit's still the same, shit's still the same)
 We just prey off in they deadly game
 (It'll never change, it'll never change)
 Too much profit in it and it stay the same
 (The facts still remain, the facts still remain)
 You can burn the system and start again
 (Spoke with a ghost)
 Late night, same night, "God, let me sleep, please, I'm begging you"
 (Said don't be afraid)
 Daylight might never break right again once they get at you
 (Said you'll never be alone again)
 This house is haunted by pain transposed into revenue
 (The murdered all stay)
 That thing when your mind says "Run!" but your heart isn't letting you
 (Said we got an army now)
 You strike 'em down, still they live inside hearts, hearts carry them
 (The weapon is our memory)
 Some get to count sheep, some gotta count kids that they burying
 (I don't wanna scare nobody)
 Fears been law for so long that rage feels like therapy
 (But I'm gonna make 'em remember me)
 Nobody gets no more sleep till we teach them remembering
 Thieves!
 Thieves!
 Coming live at five, we got new news breaking
 You heard here first if you don't die waiting
 Hard to review the scene I just seen
 I'ma try to convey, but it defies explaining
 Started with folks just crying
 Nothing but broken heart sobs and the shriek of the sirens
 Right at the spot where the blood's still drying
 Then (My God) I saw it, the dead began rising
 I don't know much about science
 But I seen an army of armed men stop and get quiet
 Mist hung low like a prayer from a tyrant
 Sky became black like the stars aren't aligning
 So many years of this violence
 Now we're surrounded by the souls of the dead and defiant
 Saying "Look what you've done, you designed it"
 When the bough breaks, hear the wraith scream, "Riot!"
 No more moms and dads crying
 No more arms in the air
 We put firearms in the air
 Molotov cocktails thrown in the air
 CNN got dummy Don on the air
 Talking 'bout he smell that ganj in the air
 Dummy don't know and dummy don't care
 Get that punk motherfucker outta here
 Aye, ghosts are walking
 Ghosts are talking
 Everything gon' be different, mane
 Shh, karma's coming
 Ain't no runnin'
 Death gon' deal with the guilty, mane
 The universe curses the killers, mane
 Can't keep killin' God's children, mane
 A pound of flesh is what you owe
 Your debt is due, give up your ghost
 Thieves!
 Thieves!
 Thieves!
 What have you done?
 What have you done?
 What have you done?
 What are you making us do?
 Thieves!
 It's on you
 It's on you
 Thieves!
 It's on you
 It's on you
 It's on you
 Thieves!
 I think America must see that riots do not develop out of thin air. Certain conditions continue to exist in our society which must be condemned as vigorously as we condemn riots. But in the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard
 Thieves!
 
 You walk into this room at your own risk, because it leads to the future, not a future that will be but one that might be. This is not a new world, it is simply an extension of what began in the old one
 (Conversing with a ghost, conversing with a ghost)
 He just leaving and he screamin' Jesus
 (He had the highest hopes, he had the highest hopes)
 People yelling, screamin' at polices
 (Riots tonight, riots tonight)
 Burnin', lootin', shootin', takin', thievin'
 (Fire and light, fire and light)
 Fill the air and most don't know the reason
 (Never knew his name, never knew his name)
 But they know his problems and feel his pain
 (Shit's still the same, shit's still the same)
 We just prey off in they deadly game
 (It'll never change, it'll never change)
 Too much profit in it and it stay the same
 (The facts still remain, the facts still remain)
 You can burn the system and start again
 (Spoke with a ghost)
 Late night, same night, "God, let me sleep, please, I'm begging you"
 (Said don't be afraid)
 Daylight might never break right again once they get at you
 (Said you'll never be alone again)
 This house is haunted by pain transposed into revenue
 (The murdered all stay)
 That thing when your mind says "Run!" but your heart isn't letting you
 (Said we got an army now)
 You strike 'em down, still they live inside hearts, hearts carry them
 (The weapon is our memory)
 Some get to count sheep, some gotta count kids that they burying
 (I don't wanna scare nobody)
 Fears been law for so long that rage feels like therapy
 (But I'm gonna make 'em remember me)
 Nobody gets no more sleep till we teach them remembering
 Thieves!
 Thieves!
 Coming live at five, we got new news breaking
 You heard here first if you don't die waiting
 Hard to review the scene I just seen
 I'ma try to convey, but it defies explaining
 Started with folks just crying
 Nothing but broken heart sobs and the shriek of the sirens
 Right at the spot where the blood's still drying
 Then (My God) I saw it, the dead began rising
 I don't know much about science
 But I seen an army of armed men stop and get quiet
 Mist hung low like a prayer from a tyrant
 Sky became black like the stars aren't aligning
 So many years of this violence
 Now we're surrounded by the souls of the dead and defiant
 Saying "Look what you've done, you designed it"
 When the bough breaks, hear the wraith scream, "Riot!"
 No more moms and dads crying
 No more arms in the air
 We put firearms in the air
 Molotov cocktails thrown in the air
 CNN got dummy Don on the air
 Talking 'bout he smell that ganj in the air
 Dummy don't know and dummy don't care
 Get that punk motherfucker outta here
 Aye, ghosts are walking
 Ghosts are talking
 Everything gon' be different, mane
 Shh, karma's coming
 Ain't no runnin'
 Death gon' deal with the guilty, mane
 The universe curses the killers, mane
 Can't keep killin' God's children, mane
 A pound of flesh is what you owe
 Your debt is due, give up your ghost
 Thieves!
 Thieves!
 Thieves!
 What have you done?
 What have you done?
 What have you done?
 What are you making us do?
 Thieves!
 It's on you
 It's on you
 Thieves!
 It's on you
 It's on you
 It's on you
 Thieves!
 I think America must see that riots do not develop out of thin air. Certain conditions continue to exist in our society which must be condemned as vigorously as we condemn riots. But in the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard
 Thieves!