Obelisk
My search for the obelisk
Was conceived as was I
Ten thousand years before
Betwixt two mountains of gold
Spewing out rivers of lead
The path to the obelisk
Is alive
And teeming with a faceless mass
The ungodly mass
The mass of the engine
Chorus:
Into the end of the start
Of the end of the beginning
Death to the start
We piss to the wind
And we think we are winning
Back to the day you were born
All you’ve done is feed the engine
Search for the obelisk
In the shade of the obelisk
Everything dies and is fossilized
Then consumed by the mouths of apocalypse
Then shat from the skies
Chorus
I thought I saw the obelisk
On a hill in the shape of a hand
I fell to the ground
Congealed with the mass
And became the land
In the light of the obelisk
All comes alive and is crystallized
Then consumed by the mouths of apocalypse
Then shat
From the skies
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The Mysterious Case of
Wardenclyffe Tower
Fear the great death ray
Or was it peace?
Was it a lie?
Or has the knowledge been expanded?
Fear the Tesla coil
It’s behind your eyes
It controls your mind
Oscillating in your brain
Chorus:
Infinite power supply
For all the earth
Taken from our grasp
By the greed of weak men
Absolutely fucking ridiculous
Let the oil burn
Turn the cogs of industry
Maximize the rising profits
Forced to be tied down
Wired in
The power lines
Line the fucking rich mans pockets
Chorus
The long forgotten science
Could feed the poor
Power the world
But no!
The oil must burn forever
Let the power come
From all around
From up above
Let the power come now
Infinite power supply
Infinite!
Infinite power supply
Infinite! |
Imbibe The Toxin
Imbibe the toxin, let the needle seep
Feed it to your children, now the vein will weep
Administer the vaccine, it will save you from disease
All you children get in line and don’t forget the fee
Chorus:
High above an aeroplane flies spitting noxious spray
Into the atmosphere that feeds our lungs
And for it’s poison cure we gladly pay
Drink up your formaldehyde it’s hiding in your veins
Bleach and benzine coursing through we’ve had it all the same
Aspartame the masses, tame them into sheep
Round them up and take their cash then send them home in
waking sleep
Chorus
Someones making money, making money out of me
Someone owns the shares in that which masks the great conspiracy
Is it all just bullshit? Which one tells the lies?
They could conspire to hide the truth but boredom makes us theorize |
