They say im a bad guy For noticing all lies They got us fooled With fake wise Open up your eyes Youll see the sunrise Shaft of light For your mind Shadows of times Reflectin' off your moves Which proves This aint what ya body Should be used to News crews breakin' fuse Open the breaker box N you'll see all the plots Darkness works best at opposites Earth is a mirror of hell Trapped in a jail Cell with no bail When will we yell Out for a help Too many swimming in pawns Like mike phelps Trying to achieve a Gold medal Only to settle With a broken wing As the skies sing A beautiful melody But we tuned out Natures sound cuz we Penitentiary bound By these evil spirits Who worship the ground Moloch to Bohemian Grove owls appearin on death tolls Read the scrolls On tv watch them expose and scold A world of perfection But wheni see reality I see imperfection