It’s all convenient, all too convenient

Foreign policy governed like a little game of musical chairs

Convenience sort out international affairs

But it doesn’t take an activist to notice that we’re no more prayers

Left to fill the mirrors of the corrupt core fundamental

Starting shop and unrelenting [?] lost

To this invisible game of country’s chess

Met a crazy man once, crazy in the eyes of the sane

Pessimistic ways, he permits the blame

Says, “Persist the chain of command explain the [?] claims”

Hopes to reign while [?] those who claim to fame

For actions caused by something was a path remain

But none but shadows and the names remain

Huddled royals and blanks with blindly crowd shoulder and shrewd

Even lies the poisons, the very land on which he stood

“How could you?” I screamed, “How could you?” I cried

That dream was so vague, I couldn’t explain it if I tried

Some early [?] fear and a [?], spreading lies in a symbol no ruler could ever measure

To propose to keep these worlds’ people grasped by the [?]

With loopholes, lies and calmly shaped steps

I can’t see my enemy ‘cause life isn’t that simple

This whole world could end with one badly aimed ballistic missile

Forcing [?] in any shop, stop and think

The next time when I get angry, the enemy they may not blink

But then again it’s not as if the West is a boat destined to sink

We’ve got enough oil to last us forever we think

This public denial of resources is infinite

When asked, we are told it’s all very intricate

When the blockade on Cuba came, it was headline news

The world was shocked that the [?] offered to abuse

Hit the shops, buy everything from beans to plastic cutlery

Fear of nuclear war sparked the economic recovery, anyway

That’s just what the crazy guy said

Wouldn’t be me saying that so don’t ever feel misled

‘cause he can’t be right that we’d just be wrong

Let’s stop talking about the doom and gloom and put on a happy song

Yeah, see that’s the problem right there

We’ve all just let it happen, it’s as if we don’t care

We’ve got to pay more attention to the words that we say

Rather than sit and reading the Fifty fucking Shades of Grey

These people telling me, “Hey you, stop talking about the system

Just leave it though, set it down, why don’t you start clowning around?”

Tryna get every one of these people to listen

“Just shut up and make music, do it for your own intentions”

And I’m supposed to take that, I’m supposed to walk away

No intellectual comeback, just refer back to my first page

[?] to my heels and what I think is fucking comfortable

Rap about how much I think this life is lovable

But the busting bubble [?] ends in pure rebuttal

Strongly willed and defiant until the world ends in a rubble

Then, even then, they will say there’s nothing you could’ve done

“The powers up there decided it, you are just but the strength of one”

Well if there’s any proof to the strength of one man

Any truth to any freedom [?] godly plan

Then this world will not allow itself to remain calm

When the backhand of retribution is set to expand

The brute force of those in power is growing

But for the first time in history, their weakness is showing

Like a moment of enlightenment, [?] illumination

Hijack the speed of today’s communication

Censorship is soon to be a lost and dying art

Tearing every shed of hidden truth and conspiracy apart

This metaphor I write to have it in my grasp

I’ll trust the White House once its walls are made out of glass

This metaphor I write, now I have it in my grasp

I’ll trust the White House once its walls are made out of glass