Follow in line
Don't ask questions!
A totalitarian dystopia with all of your wealth just locked away in their machines
Just digits on a screen
You say I'm free, whilst obeying the command of this authoritarian globalist agenda
A totalitarian dystopia with a nail of propaganda through each eye
Whilst we whisper that we don't want your excuses
We don't give a fuck about the ills of man
We are selling war and you are buying it, you whores!
Peddlers of destruction: Why don't you bow down and pay your taxes, slaves
We are selling war and you are buying it
Just trust us and our death, fear, lies, paper, and fictitious enemies for you to fear!
We are selling war and you are buying it, you fictitious cunts!
Keep playing your role of the systems bitch
Keep playing your role as the systems bitch, you little bitch!
Bow down before this disgusting, secretive elite commanding from the shadows
With a globalist agenda for enslavement of your life
Conspiring domination through an authoritarian dystopia
There will be no witness to their crimes, war, destruction
Financial suffocation of a species in decline
Instead the sheep will honor this agenda through attractive means of propaganda
They inject distraction
Turn on your poison, compulsively consuming reason
You make me sick, you little piece of shit
Everybody has a price these days, so wake the fuck up!
Your pathetic weak mindedness has gone on for too long
It's clear that ignorance is like a brother to the human race
See through the shit and wake the fuck up
It's clear that ignorance is like a brother to the human race
See through the shit
You're living in a corporatocracy devastation of the mind
To be orchestrated by an unduly influential cabal
That is operating sinisterly, insisting upon greed
Whilst the media tells us to: Grind, grind, keep funding the bullshit
Dig deep, dig deep
Maim it, rape it, and leave it to rot
Grind, grind, keep funding this fucking shit!
Mindlessly ignorant in bliss
Wake up you system whores, ripping out the nails of propaganda from your eyes
Truth bleeding, seething, gushing from the wound
Blood spray splatters on the masses
Look! Look at the state of the world! A totalitarian dystopia!
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