sheep I am in command I am in command I stand in command All the taking, eyes are waking to your mass control Power fades, drunken ways creating your
Creeping through the system Spreading like a disease A cancer like affliction To bring us down to our knees Created for the masses Systematic crash and
bind, restricting movements, thoughts cnfined. You have a voice, you have the right to speak our ming. Igniting hatred which consumes the elitist factions. Segregating groups creating masses
pray disaster for the Land of love and trust Demons plot a way to turn The Heavens into dust. The standard bearers chosen From the mass of Satan's dogs
need to kill need to kill Searching through the wreckages of molten steel and glass seeing all in infra red and heavy in its mass Terminate exterminate
be waged, right in the public eye, you ask for redemption, and masses will follow trapped inside, a prison, manifested by your worst self creation,
come unstuck You're pullin' the levers, watching them dials The time has come for the madman's smiles Activated, generated Breathin' life in the mind he created
know I told you I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop Through the desert, out to the sea Weather beaten through all four seasons And there is love in my creation
black mass held upon the radio doesn't mean a thing be it what or ever could doesn't mean a thing sinister creation doesn't mean a thing evocation of
future make out the word speak send in the spies to watch them creepy are the people unable to do something sitting on an armchair fenced in their creation
We stay punk rock That's why these pussies attack us We keep it hardcore - Fuck a trend - Fuck a fashion I won't try on the uniform of the masses I can
a long time And I'm sick and tired of their bullshit What they're trying to do is create conflict Seein' what they're trying to put To create between
Global controls will have to be imposed And a world governing body will be created to enforce them Crises precipitate change Secretly plotting your demise
When Humanity creates a hierchy Placing blowholes above anemones When sovereign nations have made it policy Slaughter anything that goes with wasabe In
wnat my blood I'm not a whore Though rape you've created me A victim not above revenge A churning, seething mass of hate But
t no coming back for me Auschwitz gas chamber full of Zyklon-B Just like the spanish exterminating Tynos Raping the black and Indian women, creating Latinos
t no coming back for me Auschwitz gas chamber full of Zyklon-B Just like the spanish exterminating Tainos Raping the black and Indian women, creating
bustas can I man (Koopsta Knicca) Mystic Styles of the ancient mutalations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Feel the rath of the fuckin' devilition Three 6 Mafia creation