[Intro]
Information, you know
You don’t stop
Killah Priest the black Sphinx
Information, information
[Chorus]
Where ya gonna run?
Where ya gonna hide?
When the truth comes down upon ya
You have to decide
Where ya gonna run?
(Where ya gonna run, boy?)
Where you gonna hide? (Information)
When the truth come down upon ya
You have to decide
[Interlude]
The information, that will come in the laser scanners
At supermarkets, department stores, and direct mail houses
Which will record every single item we purchase
Data about your daily habits
And movements will flow into the Beast system
From spy satellites constantly circling overhead
Watching us like it’s sporting
[Verse 1]
6-6-6 database investigate
Entire race heading for a cyber-space
Riots breaks inside of Empire States
Every move you make is recorded on tape
Some of us are wired, prisoned behind gates
Hidden miniature videos in a briefcase
[Interlude]
Cameras will be recording our every activities
Indoors and outdoors, day and night
Obscenely invading our privacy, our privacy
[Verse 2]
Star gazin', cause Allah is far amazing
Than any graven god of a pagan
Raised in synagogues of Satan
Awakened with the starving nation
Left beats scarred and shaken
Robbed of education, my birth was foretold
Look deep within my wardrobe, embrace the crossrobe
We once wore gold, but now we electric probes
With silicon brains, synthetic
All faces estranged, pathetic, check the eyes
A man can’t even recognize his family
I blame it on humanity for this insanity
Spy satellites, the last battle for life
There’s no day or night, CIA
Take samples of my DNA
Newborns, grow horns, placed in uniforms
Shipped off to the military
Where they're killed and buried
[Interlude]
Interactive TV sets will be watching us, just as we watch them
They will also report back to the Beast computer at headquarters
Our telephone conversations will be automatically wire-tapped
And transcript by the National Security Agency
Honesty, modesty
[Verse 3]
Poverty, famine, the sons of Ammon
Deal with reprogramming, iris scanning
Breaking out of Satan’s bondage, with long garments
Like we bionic, no longer paying homage
Remember after ‘9-6, beware of biochips
Now it’s ‘9-7, beware of Armageddon
Bloodsheddin’ and beheadin’
Head-on-head collision in the valley of decision
To lock the Beast in prison
[Chorus]
Where ya gonna run to?
Where you gonna hide?
When the truth comes down upon you
You will have to to decide
Where ya gonna run to?
Where you gonna hide?
When the truth comes down upon you
You will have to to decide
When that time comes
You will have to decide
Information, information
You will have to decide
Information, where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna hide?
When the truth comes down upon you
You will have to decide
Information, information
Information
[Outro: sample]
Can you help me? I’m looking for a man
A man? What's his name?
Jesus, I must warn him
You’re too late, even now he’s before Pilate
They found him
He was betrayed to them, and by one he loved and trusted
By his disciple, who sat at his left hand
Why?
Because men are weak
Because they are cursed with envy and cowardice
Because they can dream of truth, but cannot live with it
Because they doubt
They doubt, the fools
Why must men betray themselves with doubts?
Tell them, the other, find them and tell them not to doubt
Even now not to doubt, tell them to keep their faith
They must keep faith
Wait, tell who? Who are you?
My name is Judas