Mt. Shasta Mask”

Mt. Shasta Mask” They hide behind the counter at Theory with a grin, But the devil’s in the brew, you can taste the sin. Sippin’ poison like it’s Starbucks, laced and slick, But it’s child tears in the foam, make you sick when it hits. They wear that mask like they part of the light, But their eyes give ‘em up when they blink at night. Nazis in the apron, voodoo in the smile, Fake kinfolk posted up like crocodiles. Serving spells in the latte, curse in the drip, Caffeine ritual, they praying you slip. They ain’t family, they the ones in the fold, Like McDonald's meat—yeah, that secret been told. Pedos in disguise, molding kids like clay, Now you eating what they made every time you pay. Big Mac with a side of framed fall guys, They silence the brave and decorate lies. And maybe those who vanished, ain’t lost in the snow, Just cooked in the kitchen, that’s how dark it go. You ordered fries, but you fed on souls, Truth hidden in the steam rising from the bowls. So Amen to the chosen, we expose the deep, With a pen like a blade while the sleepers sleep. No peace 'til the mask gets ripped from the face, And Mt. Shasta breathes fire, reclaiming the place.