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
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
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
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