| I speak to a chosen few who oppose a view
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| Held by common man, my proposal grew
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| Out of independent thought seeds
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| Planting righteous roses, but the world brought weeds
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| Any man who fought creeds in history in wicked ways
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| Felt pain, why not bleed? |
| We’re living in the sickest days
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| Vicious plays with secretive scenes and acts
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| Lies laid like train tracks to cover up seen facts
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| Greenbacks perpetuate the playwrights
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| Money makes the setting change from night to daylight
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| It’s all illusion, with trick mirror reflections
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| The Peoples Choice Awards are presidential elections
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| Deception hidden, like a serpent in the cracks
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| To watch the play, it costs you a 7% tax
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| The acting leaves a forming of habitual greed
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| The forbiddentry is blown out of a capital seed
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| If it’s shaken roughly, you watch the power unravel
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| The spotlight shines from the Tower of Babble
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| It blinds people so they always finding means
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| To keep hidden what goes on behind the scenes
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| Currency flooding, so they won’t stop inflation
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| The masses are subdued by media propagation |
| Proclamation of waste, they’re throwing you away
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| While the live sheep flock, they’re going to the play
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| (Chorus x2)
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| History has shown us the power and greed
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| Devouring deed, fallen in an hour of need
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| A flower will breed, just shower the seed
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| A coward will bleed, this my creed
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| Listen, behold, and take heed
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| (Verse 2)
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| A global theater, with an enormous performance
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| With lonely stage-hands with military endurance
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| Be super-concious, a subliminial fact is built
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| You like to play? |
| Join the political actors guild
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| And learn how to fake what you feel, with snake appeal
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| Then rob the poor’s pocket every time you make a deal
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| Take and steal, under their guys, or just cause and trust laws
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| Manifest acceptance as an audience applause
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| A river of greed, it’s an undestructive flow
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| Watching civilian police are nothing but a puppet show
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| Let the trumpets blow, signaling the opening act
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| Pull the curtains back, and unseen, open the tact
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| Let the true light refract, and reflect like a prism
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| While monopolies allow fools, and I write communism |
| I’m secretly having my freedom stripped
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| Meanwhile polling political parasites read a script
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| You walk with a smile, even if you hate it Ignorance allows an audience to be manipulated
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| Stated innocent, really guilty hidden criminals
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| Children are deprived their basic vitamins and minerals
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| Lies contracting deals, of subtracting bills
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| No truth found, only good acting skills
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| Check the dollar bill under the pyramid in Latin
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| New World Order exists draped in black satin
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| (Chorus)
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| (Verse 3)
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| I plead that my voice is heard, with the choice of words
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| To stimulate like the moistest herbs
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| Poisonous, absurd, venomous of real reality
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| A surreal gallery, with the phony actuality
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| Politicians taking drama classes, to promise actions
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| Exceeding and eliminating honest factions
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| A continuous play with no intermission
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| Executive decision lead into wicked wishing
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| A crooked Christian, will help to show you to your seat
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| And steal your wallet, and say «I owe you a receipt»
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| Slow deceit is upon us, it’s the hour of dillusion |
| And writing script ideas into our Constitution
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| Evil intrusion, mental breaking and entering
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| On the united front, the fake and the centering
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| Taken and spending, will wealth-fare lending
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| Inevitable effect is healt-care ending
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| Seen six acts, six script six
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| The players is playing devilish characteristics
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| The show goes on, you can’t keep the play waiting
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| The poor pay the rich, and the rich pay Satan
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| I’ll put my Consititutional right to fight
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| Speak words of light, to ignite insight
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| It’s all relative to your life, certainly, I suppose
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| If you open the truth, you’ll make the curtains close
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| (Chorus) |