is this the future the growing greed of these baby boomers/
reporting the rumours from the same cell phones that gave me tumors/
they should have made me sooner cause can envoke ideas with words/
we’re being steered off course but of course we will change our ways/
before the praying mantis closes it’s grasp but it’s complex they say/
on checks these days i’m seeing way to many zeros/
and i fear those that case a dark shadow on our supposed heroes/
they move in silence and screcy whenever they want to/
why don’t they flaunt the truth their lies are just used to taunt you/
are our habits killing us softly as we hope our song doesn’t end/
or is that the part that keeps us sane we hope to pretend/
so i share some smoke with a friend and conversate/
he tells me about a one world government and we don’t have long to wait/
are these songs of hate or just cries to shed the pain we feel/
our words are being maimed you deal with it with something stainless steel/

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