To Us All

Brian Eno

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Part 1: Same Sides [Intro] Hammered solutions locked away Behind an army of firewalls Hidden secrets to end this war of information [Verse] Wicked ones introducing intellectual Twisted slums, oppressing the classical Sessions of a curriculum known to no man Except the 3 in 1 where omniscience is a critical science Necessary for a perfect run To gun down a democracy ill-equipped to handle theories Of grand absurd conspiracies A quick look from Mccarthyism era Americans You’ll be seen fit to visit a loony bin Exaggeration is one thing; truth is another Glancing at an infected mind of a brother Can cause a severe crevice to appear Closer to hearts than one imagines in their deepest Nightmares within a sunken place of apnea Illusions strike hard, illusory truths strike harder Killing sons and daughters in direct means Indirectly affecting souls beyond saving fiends Teaming teachers of common sense is a near Impossible task to put into being Run up the rabbit , the forums gambit digging up All claims of ridiculous professions Testing for media’s fangs Giving a platform for so called insiders Qualifying their anonymity should be seen as an attack However, when you bust back you get labeled As a target for wolves waiting to be slaughtered No mercy needed for those lost souls Standing back laughing as a group of confused fools Rallying up a bootlickers paradise Causing a ruckus to incite a response to then cry out In ignorance, bloody hypocrites is all one can say I wish some could be saved from such a stubborn state An info-centric Daryl Davis is the only way to stop the fate From becoming a global epidemic Gates crashing, poles getting lit up Across the pond our tightest bond Is carrying on the proud legacy of liberty Such an irony that we gotta rely on intellectual poverty [Bridge] A couple of lines have been defeated Secrets revealed to be none at all Punishing bulls is a lost cause Part 2: Different [Intro] Doing the Don’s sacred work A cause under attack from the global elite As I catch you feasting on innocence lost [Verse 1] Grabbing my decaf, scrolling through feedback Sat down lounging, reading cynical sheep-heads Responding with collegiate paragraphs; a galaxy brain Entailed a gift from the omniscient Q I bring discussions of substance Fussing lib-tards and the memorized plates on cars All one needs to do is wake up And take up a profession in investigating Clear signs and make up a mind of competence Is a consequence of seeing through the veneer Everything to me is akin to walking out the shadow puppet cave Bleeding demons feasting on sacrificial children Is a crucial key to bring down the oligarchy [Bridge] As I’m sat here doing the work For the savior of the free world I seem to be getting into the heads of my relatives [Verse 2] A constant search operating apparatus Finding jagged loop holes in narratives Tied to the deep state I’m supposed to impose a dagger of facts Straight to the hearts and minds Micro-chipped to blindly ignore Soros and those Uhh… You know the lizard people, evil to the populace Piecing opposition verbally and physically Who want’s to be trafficked under a comet Especially pre-adolescent innocence Surely the essence of sense will return To like-minded beings of humanity? [Bridge] I don’t know What I do know is that our think tank Is being targeted by those sheeple statists [Verse 3] Waiting for the bomb of fraud to hit us all Like a freight train running down a styrofoam wall A civil war will be raging within months just you watch The crumbling facade of this rigged democracy Don’t try to interrupt my pow-wow of enlightenment Just you sit and engage in discussion for your betterment Please stop the embezzlement of my time You need to learn proper operatives… oh my wife Empty threats is all I hear from your foul mouth I carry doubts too can’t you see? Begging on my knees don’t you leave A response of bitter truth An impalement towards the cold proof Why is she giving up on me Q? Down the drain is the love of my life In the blink of an eye