[Intro]

America

The truly inhospitable eerie environment

A beacon of bigotry to those who stare at her two-faced hypocrisy

Much money (Money), money (Money, money)

The land of products and profits

M— M— Money in circulation

D— D— Designed for the very wealthy

Boy, do we have plenty of 'em

[Verse: Deca]

No such thing as happenstance

Just massive scams and master plans

To stockpile stacks wrapped in elastic bands

And keep the furnace flames fueled with the fat of lambs

The stage is set so you can stomp feet and clap your hands

In defiance of our overseer's aims

And the parasites tryin' to find a host to sink their fangs

Where the underhanded flourish and lotus eaters reign

The music's like coolant for the overheated brain

You can count on it, it's yin and yang here

Seth and Cain and jinn exploitin' globally for gain 'til the rain clears

The air's gettin' thin, where was I again?

On a strange transcendental plane carried by the wind

What immortal hand painted lines on Bengal tiger skin

Or made the flowers grow while death played the violin

My old stompin' grounds aren't the same environment

Except for in the mental landscape of places where I've been

Back and forth, through space and time playin' pass the torch

To arrive back at the source and take the dive again

Make the rounds, see the sights, seekin' light

Not that false Edison rebel angel variety

On stable ground sleepin' through the night

While pigs smokin' space dust usher in their future for society

Long before the global python stranglehold

I saw the writing on the walls like an ancient code

Manufactured world views to replace the old

And new generations of pliant minds to shape and mold

Tryin' times, same old tools and tricks

Tryin' to find a space beyond state control to exist

I pledge no allegiance to the leeches and the ticks

Or to their lord's legions in the season of the witch

Furthermore, I'm tryin' to fry the circuit board of Skynet

Like David's slingshot vers' Goliath's flexed bicep

A dreamer in the planet's discordant dream

But what are sticks and stones to a war machine?

[Outro]

Products and profits

Whenever you ascribe conscious intent in pursuit of self interest at the top

Money in circulation

You will hear someone say, "Well, what are you, a conspiracy theorist?"

You can say farmers or auto workers are organizing

But if you say the people who own most of America organize to get what they want

You hear people saying (Ahh!)

These are all a matter of public record

MK Ultra

Operation Phoenix

Tuskegee

Fred Hampton

Total Information Awareness Program

Iran Contra

Robert Kennedy

Air America

Cointelpro

John Kennedy

Martin Luther King and Malcom X

Yes, America

Something is very wrong

Covert action, clandestine operations

Keep ya doin' things so ya won't have time to think

Programmed suckers with brains that have controls on 'em

Now take a little breath, let it out, and relax

We must learn to delegate

I'm relaxed now

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