Now there's no one left to vote for And there's very rarely been Any voices of the people Who are not of the machine
Of the giant public monster eating survivors at the scene Swearing blind it never saw one Hiding the bones that everyone sees
And everybody knows That the monster goes insane
The revolution's always over The apocalypse is now All hands are on the keyboard Hardly any on the plough
The new government's the old one Same old handbag at the helm Lapsing back into religion Letting the voices overwhelm
While everybody knows That everybody goes insane
It got so crazy on the frontline Manning barricades to wait On the motherboards of freedom For the hordes of solid state
But that was Long before the menu Would have a problem with the date As the mice became the men Far too late, far too late
Now that everybody knows That everybody goes insane
As the Monster leaks From the tip of my tongue Before he speaks Right after he's rung (wrong?)
My church is now down in the dungeon Through the fourteenth corridor Virtual walls and somersaulting (can't quite tell what is said in this line) Through the electronic horror (hall?)
We're at the level of playstation Where the rich become the poor Down on bended knees they're praying For much more, for so much more ...
Cos everybody knows That everybody goes insane
Now that there's no one left to vote for Only fools to vote against All the refugees surrender The perimeter's been fenced
Six billion dreamers are all banged up By the sacrement of dough Parasites of the great religion Of the W.T.O
Where everybody knows That everybody goes insane
When a Monster speaks From the tip of the tongue Before he speaks Right after he's rung (wrong?)
So I must now give up the memory Of all ideas of freedoms gone Be as silent as I'm angry About my trip through babylon
View the building of the fireball With the psyche of the snake Make my killing every lunchtime And sleep it off till I'm awake
Untill everybody knows That everybody goes insane Till everybody knows That everybody goes insane
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And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings This he said to me "The greatest thing You'll ever learn Is just to love And be loved In return"
Once your friends get threatened in a Parisian false flag, the tone of your art changes.
twinkly fingers to Jason and Michelle who are beyond hope.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
until this fucking prick shows up on the anniversary of my dynasty's assassination, which I consider to be in very poor form.
Counting Coup works both ways.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
by Joe Hillshoist » Tue Apr 14, 2020 6:04 am 
