Far from the spotlights there's a plan
A hidden power keeps the world in pain
They sow the seeds of death and fear
The killer food, the dirty economy
Royal blood
We are all lackeys
Gold and mud
In the serpent's kiss
Profit is the price of our death
The reptiles
The shadows of greed
Rotten wiles
Cradle of the needy
Food and money in their damned hands
The architects of our society
On a checkered board they play
Lords of the game
By repetition they confine the lambs
Rites of alienation
The soldiers obey
Pillars of arrogance hiding the truth from all
Banks and all media in their hands
The Politicians follow all their plans
Pretentious maggots playing God
The population reduction is their job
And the school
Mother of all lies
College rooms
Foolish replies
Many years distorting the truth
Illusion´s world
False Reality
Molded words
Dirty script
The science is well paid to sell some lies

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