Face behind the mask
Conscripts in the devils army
Babylon’s zombie forces
This tribe of Judas
They will stab you in the back
Caesar and Brutus it's the same old story .
Minting coins to buy the peoples souls
Melting metal to make bullets
The system has a gun pointed at the peoples head
Through the wounds liberation is born
Religion and politricks have both left us mind dead
Still unfree I cannot feel this salvation
even after Christ bled.
It could be these foolosophlies are joker
smokers trying to sell this Rasta tea leaves
Caution ,when I was born my first incense
was highgrade.
My intellect is concerntrated poison in the
devils lungs
I inhale only what the gods exhale
I see with the third
Fake prophets focused on cheques poets
recite exorcist verses
Illusions before our eyes
We are fed myths and their lullaby’s cause
nightmare’s
Society made a day care
Minds in straight jackets
Bumboklaat break the chain
The battlefield is our brain
Guns ‘don’t kill people
It is ideas causing genocides
the
vision they feed the people
Promises brides
This system operates this roller coaster
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