Look around Look how many folks entering the grounds We got wars famine disease Natural disasters starvation Poison facility and mold recreations Children are bribed to be adults and vice versa Abnormal is considered normal And what was normal is now adnormal They tell us what to feel what to wear what to buy What baked and what to fry Blinded are they by the third eye Their faith goes to mankind Instead of using their own minds Words are soft and too kind Newspapers dumbing down linguistic To that of a level a primate could innerstand But too many stuck on chasing money bands Building there conscious around fiascos and chaos And not one thinks to toss Out the sheer idea that They could be controlled By an immutable force that's inevitable At all cost spiritual dead in a mental coffin too often People drift day to day repeating what some reporters say There so dim-witted that they honestly believe that they are Using their own minds When indeed there just interpreting what message they just conveyed your obeyed A savage to the powers that Willfully destroy homes and family See they want us to rant and rave with each other over color Sister mother or brother And smother Ourselves with guilt shame and suffering And thanks to a country where we always want Instead of need its been corrupted since the planted seed Of fascism that is A small lucrative family of about 12 to 300 people Run this fashion show A live rodeo So go ahead and book for the the light show Of the red white and blue Dancing colors Wake up folks it's all a game Pushing for success for what? You come into this world with nothing And you leave with nothing So what the point of having something When you literally have nothing Wanting a dream house? Car ? Yaht? Island? Acres? What is it all for lives are at stake Poor fight the poor And the rich lubricate the rich And they give us their people So they give us an illusion That we're included which we aren't Red And blue Aye evil and good Which side do you choose ? Or do you ignore and follow your own destiny will and conscious?