By The People

 
This is it
round nine
the end of days
who governs your mentis
who controls your life
feels like ole yellas got to go

Not saying we rabid
although we pretty fucking depraved
society teetering
on the brink
as if you can't see
the sickness run rife

All's well in the west

Just keep telling yourself
this cant happen to me
as the very fabric
fades false
flags
and national pride
give way
to a pseudo security state

Remember when the streets where ours
no gun toting soldiers
parading each corner
who's protection was that for anyway
seems like guards to a rich castle
or is that wardens
for this prison planet


So bow down
if you enjoy the view
from your knees
the whore of Babylon has arrived
and this time the Clintons
gonna take more than the silverware

Viewed from a far
or under a microscope
pretty sure
no plane debris was found
on the pentagon ground
or how three towers
magically fell
all like a house of cards

Sounds like a Saudi conspiracy

Knowing the truth
about who's running the show
that the government
shares the bed
with some dirty folk
should evoke something
within you

Its time to stand up
question the narrative
enough is enough
this far
no further

What would you do
if today
was your last
On your feet
or face down
Only you can decide