telling a tale
twists and turns
as I watch the floods rise and lap
"I thought there was a promise Lord?"
A promise of the awakening
a promise of freedom really free
Money is pretend more than our imaginations
Imaginations that have been tethered to lies.
they are trying hard to self destruct because they have no Love
bursting in their hearts. They are metallic and cold with rigid
rules they pulse at the lies they obey
A flim flam grab it all falling falling falling
their own cameras will get them have caught them undeniable corruption
and "oh remember codex says that vitamins are bad so get the word out boys"
