The weather

Sorry,private party

The weather
sanction for peace, sanction the police
everybody's sure of "nothing's going on"
one time conspiracy, two times coincedence
third time, deaf and blind, out of sight, out of mind
"don't disrupt things, keep your brain shut boy"
"well if you are ready to preach then get off the alter boys"
i know i took a cheap shot, but sometimes its all i got
to get my point across, my point's a cross
im sorry i cant see straightly like you do, supposedly
but i believe the numbers my brain tells me that it added up evenly
if they dont match yours, we disagree, thats all you see, now try and change me
and i'll try and change you

but maybe we were meant to disagree, its rigged you see?
we think we got a choice with the choices chosen previously
do you understand? do you even want to see?
because once you see, you believe and you've got responsibilty
the right and left smoke screen, in the long run it'll be
decided by the chosen ones, illuminati, private party
so treat each other nicely, courteous, polite please
overthrow the power, bite back the master
so keep your words in reason this apocolyptic season
the radical right will be judged worse than the hethons
what happened to love thy neighbor as thy self?
and everyone is your neighbor

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