Tell me brother where do our power and our light come from
Tell me which are the stones to build our tower to the ascension
Listen brother if you become enlightened it's just for your blood line
We don't give away our knowledge to those we use for power
Control! The souls! The key of our light
Control! The souls! Raping the ancient and sacred symbols
Wake up! From the plastic sleep induced by a mechanism of lies
created by hidden and rotten men...
We're slaves of the matrix, frail matrix built on a dark secret
Control the minds, handle the choice and be the pastor for those sheeps
Be the peak of the pyramid built on the frail shoulders of viles
Create models to be followed, accustom minds with frivolty
You don't need to oblige, they'll control themselves each other
Give them corrupted food, they'll develop diseases
Be the cure they long for, they won't defy your dogmas
Centralize the power, unify under your flag
Install emotional microchips in their empty heads
Pay homage to the sun and moon, respect the astral laws
Sacrifice a human lamb, as our fathers teach
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