Sleep is still the cousin of death...

Sleep is still the cousin of death...

They traded gold for bodies’ cold from wind n breeze
Now they trade oil for bodies boiled with a dim disease
The grimmest piece, sacrifice minutes for sinners peace
Deceased is love n trust, n’ they all await the grim police
A global stage; controlling polls of faith upholding fate
Molded in clay, micro chipped to populate the mock state
Stamp in under clock, wait...work, eat and sleep…late
Camping in the Mohave dessert, producing war supplies
Laboring for the government and getting tortured for lies
Poorly surprised, neglected service, chained in facilities
Maimed by the storm troopers, claiming my capabilities
This all started by the illuminated Pike ’s written words
History’s absurd n‘ the slaves fitted well under the capstone
This crusade started by one call to a red or a black phone
The pyramids got built and they built the pyramid society
An elite watching us observing the myriads of varieties
Commit thought crimes and you shall be condemned hard
Too bad our great governments never seize to mend scars
Bend parts to fit the latest cannon, ammo for “terrorists”
Stitch the last piece of the cammo for the Americans
Desert storm…in the beginning of 2000 questions warned
11 years later…lessons learned, and only death is born
Breathe fumes of nuclear holocaust; your breath is scorned
Warm n scorched by the torches of the bald headed eagle
Evil has prevailed; hail those that composed what’s legal
The feeble oppose the regal with various luck n success
Still oppression of free thinking is what’s stuck in this mess
Speak your mind and your mind will be shackled n caged
Defending your standpoints with words packed in a page
Posted on the internet while they be attacking with rage
Violence will cause people to succumb under the brute force
Silently observing under the pale and yet so mute horse
So tell on your neighbors, report every crime of thought
The Säpo, feds and authorities is watching inside your doors
From bottom to top floors the eye in the pyramid is looking
The agenda was knocking and now the seas are cooking
Now continents shift, set adrift from freedom and peace
Swallow what media “teach” and now we’re peons’ n’ creeps…
Trapped to keep under a police state that pee on the weak…
So who is saving me…I can’t see who is chasing me…
Give me peace so pleasantly, free the seas so patiently
See the beliefs of a patient trapped in the bleak masonry
Read the piece of papers see it releases the saviors…
Meet the flesh of a messiah, witness the dream chasing
Six hundred and sixty six Kelvin the degrees are flagrant
All we needed was the 33rd and the beliefs of a free mason