It's a game now, and they feel they've won
They take the truth and twist it 'til it comes undone
They throw it in your face
Make it so that you ignore the details of the case.
So wrapped up in your safe little cocoon
What will happen when you realize you've evolved into a buffoon?
Are you paying attention, do you hear what I say?
What's that? Oh, right, you don't care about the truth anyway.
Maybe I am just a paranoid freak
But this is not a new message that I speak
The writing has been on the wall, around, exposed to the public eye
You didn't see it just because you didn't want to try.
Ever notice those stars and bands that just fade away?
The one hit wonders that had something to say
How'd that tune go? 'I can rule a nation with a microphone,
and deliver my message with no metronome'
Catchy, isn't it? You likely think it's a pretty awesome tune
Yet you discount the white flag warriors message because it's all lies you assume.
It's a wonder authors like George Orwell have persevered for as long as they have
He saw the threads being woven, and tried to warn through fanciful tales, but even he was a slave.
Maybe these books of ideas are to 'blame' as you might say
'Such fanciful fiction has no place in our day!'
Well, if you want to remove books of political critique
You better burn the bible. Oh! Now I see your interest is piqued.
Really if you think propaganda has no place,
Then you should 're'-read the great book at a leisurely pace.
Absorb the knowledge on each ancient leaf, the pages that speak of the rules of life
According to the bible's rules we all burn in hell, well except for those that cause the most strife.
Yes, I am referencing those men of the cloth, trusting, upstanding members of society
They help women and children find sanctuary, and men find sobriety
I could go on about these 'god-blessed' but they're in the public eye
Against them you have already raised an primal battle cry.
But they are the masquerade, paraded in front of you so you'll ignore something much worse
"They raped our children, stole their innocence!", you curse
But the sodomy that happens to you, of that you are oblivious
Even though one might think it completely obvious.
And yet, you still protest
"There isn't anything nefarious to this, just give it a rest!"
What has to happen? How far does it have to go?
How many stones in glass houses do these people have to throw?
And when you wake up from the zombie-masters' control, what forces of control will they then send?
Despite their best efforts some are already stirring, their consciousness awakening, the meek are rising and starting a new trend.
Revolutions are what make history and they mold us into who we are
But this time, they aren't fighting for us, they aren't fighting for you, they're herding you to the gates of hell so they can storm the stars.
Their attack was as insidious as a natural gas leak
They moved with adept skill, like a rat in the grass, only they make a noise, not even a squeak
They were like a very good wife, they made it your idea
You encouraged them, thought you lead them, while they steered your minds through the mass media.
I'm not talking about you dear spiritual leaders, they've been proven impure
I am referencing those that say for societies ills they have a cure.
They feed poison to your mind, body, and soul
And accuse the innocent for the lives they have stole.
Just never mind what conspires behind those chamber doors,
Don't ask questions, shh... it's okay. It's just a raven, and nothing more.
