Maybe not in the way you thought.
Maybe you need to change your thoughts.
Maybe what you think is wrong.
Maybe you don’t even think!
Maybe you obsess.
Maybe you posses.
Maybe you control.
Maybe you ignore your soul
Maybe you see lack,
Maybe even white and black.
Maybe you don’t care.
Maybe you already share.
Maybe you hurt deep inside.
Maybe you hate this crazy ride.
Maybe it’s not too late.
To end this madness and stop the hate.
Here in the West our hands are bloodied.
Around the World our names been muddied.
Playing Risk with real life people.
Stirring revolution as they’re trying here.
Scaring people with Project Fear.
Our world is crumbling and it’s not our fate.
So take action now before it’s too late.
The eyes of the World are looking at us.
It’s up to us to kick up a fuss.
Responsibility lies in our hands.
We need to get educated and really understand.
Those who govern in our name.
Abusing so many people in so many ways.
Hidden in shadows, yet right in our face.
We need to follow the money, and win this race.
Depopulation Sellers and Eugenics Gates.
Need to be dealt the hand of fate.
So many splinters, we’re weak and divided.
The distribution of knowledge, all lop-sided.
These causes we stand for, have one central core.
It’s that none of us are willing to take any more.
When the cloak of invisibility finally falls.
And the bells resonate with a justice call.
When we’ve picked up the pieces and started to heal
When we’ve cleaned up after their toxic deals.
When finally the pyramid sits right side up,
And we’re once again fed by the eternal cup.
I’ll breathe again as I look around.
It’s so sweet to be back on solid ground.
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