It’s all convenient, all too convenient
Foreign policy governed like a little game of musical chairs
Convenience sort out international affairs
But it doesn’t take an activist to notice that we’re no more prayers
Left to fill the mirrors of the corrupt core fundamental
Starting shop and unrelenting [?] lost
To this invisible game of country’s chess
Met a crazy man once, crazy in the eyes of the sane
Pessimistic ways, he permits the blame
Says, “Persist the chain of command explain the [?] claims”
Hopes to reign while [?] those who claim to fame
For actions caused by something was a path remain
But none but shadows and the names remain
Huddled royals and blanks with blindly crowd shoulder and shrewd
Even lies the poisons, the very land on which he stood
“How could you?” I screamed, “How could you?” I cried
That dream was so vague, I couldn’t explain it if I tried
Some early [?] fear and a [?], spreading lies in a symbol no ruler could ever measure
To propose to keep these worlds’ people grasped by the [?]
With loopholes, lies and calmly shaped steps
I can’t see my enemy ‘cause life isn’t that simple
This whole world could end with one badly aimed ballistic missile
Forcing [?] in any shop, stop and think
The next time when I get angry, the enemy they may not blink
But then again it’s not as if the West is a boat destined to sink
We’ve got enough oil to last us forever we think
This public denial of resources is infinite
When asked, we are told it’s all very intricate
When the blockade on Cuba came, it was headline news
The world was shocked that the [?] offered to abuse
Hit the shops, buy everything from beans to plastic cutlery
Fear of nuclear war sparked the economic recovery, anyway
That’s just what the crazy guy said
Wouldn’t be me saying that so don’t ever feel misled
‘cause he can’t be right that we’d just be wrong
Let’s stop talking about the doom and gloom and put on a happy song
Yeah, see that’s the problem right there
We’ve all just let it happen, it’s as if we don’t care
We’ve got to pay more attention to the words that we say
Rather than sit and reading the Fifty fucking Shades of Grey
These people telling me, “Hey you, stop talking about the system
Just leave it though, set it down, why don’t you start clowning around?”
Tryna get every one of these people to listen
“Just shut up and make music, do it for your own intentions”
And I’m supposed to take that, I’m supposed to walk away
No intellectual comeback, just refer back to my first page
[?] to my heels and what I think is fucking comfortable
Rap about how much I think this life is lovable
But the busting bubble [?] ends in pure rebuttal
Strongly willed and defiant until the world ends in a rubble
Then, even then, they will say there’s nothing you could’ve done
“The powers up there decided it, you are just but the strength of one”
Well if there’s any proof to the strength of one man
Any truth to any freedom [?] godly plan
Then this world will not allow itself to remain calm
When the backhand of retribution is set to expand
The brute force of those in power is growing
But for the first time in history, their weakness is showing
Like a moment of enlightenment, [?] illumination
Hijack the speed of today’s communication
Censorship is soon to be a lost and dying art
Tearing every shed of hidden truth and conspiracy apart
This metaphor I write to have it in my grasp
I’ll trust the White House once its walls are made out of glass
This metaphor I write, now I have it in my grasp
I’ll trust the White House once its walls are made out of glass
