Who are the oppressors? The few, the king, the capitalist And a handful of other overseers And superintendents Who are the oppressed? The many, the nations of the Earth The valuable personages The workers Slave and make the bread The soft-handed and idle eat
We are the ones who plant the burning seed inside your head A preconception bеnt, a momentary scent As skeptics castigatе, prevaricate, and connive Days on end turn to years in time We offer answers to allay you of this mayhem Prophetic alchemy, soothing casuistry You second-guess the truth as shadow agents consort Fault assigned to the weakened of mind Each vassal claims what the other denies The order preserves what the order prescribes And we, the sinister, administer the dagger
The mind's a prison in this codified disaster An overarching rule, a caravan of fools An aristocracy of esoteric origin Wealth ingests wealth as you swallow our lies Each will disdain what the other decries The order preserves what the order prescribes And we, the sinister, administer the dagger
We echo claims diseased and antiquated Yet nothing hides the truth of our intent No hidden cause, no cabal in concealment We are the ones you choose to rule your wretched livesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
