Since the time of Plato there has always been a gaggle of actors who at the behest of an iron bankster set's unsolicited decree, decides they know what's best for a "center of profit" even unto liquidating such "profits"…
Since the time of Plato there has always been a gaggle of actors who at the behest of an iron bankster set's unsolicited decree, decides they know what's best for a "center of profit" even unto liquidating such "profits" to recoup their investments and forestall having to pay out if even just in sums of fiat currency.
In layman's terms it's cheaper to plow under a crop rather than harvest and market it when the actors find themselves in a financial bind.
I see demon faces
(shift shifting)
All out of places
Acting on the order of the day
Freedom's gone Through paces
(empty places)
Androids peer through faces
Your person traces on the line
Like a Black Hole
in zero light
We get ready for the fight
But remember this
Don't be amiss
You can lie every time
You can fake the truth
Lie through every tooth
Fool us ALL
With your reset jive
But the truth never lies
You're not the men you claim to be
(you're not men)
You're not the master race to me
(other worlds)
Have better men who seek
To join to set us free
You hid connived you stole their truth
Created men like John Wilkes Booth
(bang bang)
You sneer you steer your fiat coin
Take a man to his basest roots
You fill the air with Bots from hell
To hide the Freedom Bell
(ding dong)
And poison us
Through Spindleshanks
With heavy water wells
You can fake the truth
Lie through every tooth
Fool us ALL
With your reset jive
But the truth never lies
Up
In the sky
Waves flower spread and bloom
(doom doom)
The Devil's horn is blaring loud
Devours robotic fools
SOLO
You can fake the truth
(what's the truth?)
Lie through every tooth
Fool us ALL
With your reset jive
But the truth never lies
Spiders warp the Ladder Twist
Devil's subdermic pricks
To own your soul
Make you sick
To rob the poor
To feed the rich
© 2021 IRISH CHAVO/G.MACARAEG
