Theories of a Madman (Experiment 432)

As the horns blasted with vigor
We header the fright of death close at hand
With the cultist shivering with chills
Hopelessly blood curdle inside

We were the generation disturbed and lost
Without a voice to hold the standards
We were the generation 
That knew war better then anyone

The wise man never listened he wasn't wise
He was pollution holding us down
Only led by the greed that is in his heart
Curfews at 9 if you're outside you won't come back 
They covered up their secrets experiments

So keep yourself quiet 
Your neighbors aren't there
Black bags on their heads
Government controls you with fear

◄ Space Cowboy (the goddess coat

Unkind ►


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