Cut the signal, cut, cut the signal
Flood the network, blow the god damn circuit
Sound check alright
Everybody listen tight
Well there are liars, practiced god-damned liars.
and they,
they're handin' out their television, fliers.
Who let the choir start preaching all these dirty ugly prayers?
While the saints are crying, tied up to their white asylum chairs.
It's fiasco, and mother earth stopped laughing long ago.
Like if God spoke, to reassure what's been lost into ageless sorrow.
Kill the messengers, kill the one's that found their own nirvana.
Pierce their bodies with lead, and make sure that they're absolutely goners.
It's for Kennedy, for Lennon, for Lincoln, for King..
Fuck dropping names, I'll raise them and sing..
Men with a vision, beyond fascist order..
With foresight so clear, not one single border.
Imagine that world, it's not science fiction..
it's faith in reality, and it's overcoming this brainwashed affliction.
Quote the dead, let them live in your heart,
they'll keep your brain fresh, as physicality starts.
Live your dreams and lose your possessions,
let your ancestors help slide you past all life's transgressions,
It's here in this moment, time's still an illusion,
but aging experience, it's our mortality, so find some lasting amusement.
It's not a demand, but an honest suggestion,
find christ the buddha, the end of outwardly questions.
The force behind living, and lush animation..
it will show how this journey, is a soulful vacation..
So let's keep it clean for our brethren clan,
cause the ceaseless EARTH is the sole stake at hand.
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