Like the days of old the ignorant grow bold corrupting commonsense and reason Demanding Silence of Opinions that will never match their own Denying the poor the Necessities we adore Denying their children Life
Are you Comfortable with the knowledge False flag advertising mixed with a little fear creates a little tingle on the back of your neck but will never come close to where you live Are you Comfortable with the inevitable Abortion of your way of life front line cannon fodder Pain without end while those who make your laws their family and friends Run to their private airport to hide in their hidden homes while You and your children Burn ...
We are from the Land We are not from the people Who pollute it We are from the Field We are not from the people Who Refuse to believe it We are from our mind We are not from the people Who hide within it We are from Life We are not from the people Who pretend to live it
There is a Bible That will never Ever See the light of day within the school systems that we have made university teachers Are forever forbidden for even speaking of this book on pain of Excommunication from their school This Disgusting Morally Corrupting Book based on lies Shall Never be seen by young curious eyes
Illogical reason is now the common core Profits Before People unseen words Written on plastic smiles on company doors where leaving your career is classed as suicide for if you lose your greed you've lost your pride on all those pretty possessions you once held so dear when illogical thinking made it so clear without these possessions that you acquired by Greed you are no longer a productive wanna be Human Being
All those bottles that you see behind the bar where you sit Holds all your Dreams on what you think All your hidden fantasy's that will begin when you drink Immersed in an alcoholic haze believing you have come of age of your destiny Tonight Untill the morning when the pain Arrives to remind you you have to drink to keep your dream on what your broken thinking Thinks