Lyrics:
covid 19 lockdowns and restrictions to push through this transformation
The great reset is being rolled out
Under the guise of a fourth industrial
of the S.P.P.!
Security and prosperity through poverty and ecocide.
A partnership to form the N.A.U.
The S.P.P. is not an official treaty, it's vague dialogue
and knowledgeable citizenry
Can compel the proper meshing
Of huge industrial and military machinery of defense
With our peaceful methods and goals
So that security
A red letter day for our nowhere industrial town
A minister's heading this way - he's closing us down
But what of my daughter - and what of my son
(You are gonna sue the state)
ADT security, gotta watch your enemies
Captain Morgan on my sleeve, I'm just fucked up honestly
I just found a bitch
I remember an England from long before
Tuppence a loaf from the grocer's store
Industrial smoke rolling over the hills
Factories thriving, the mines
the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing fine
and freedom by security officers
Yes, it can be said that consciousness is dangerous here
From the seller on the street to the people who build the road
Just a warm sense of security
Cameras and barbed wire fences
Shine for the killer behind prison walls
The towers of letters grow
Full of sorrow
the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing fine
a helicopter?
What's the concept? The industrial prison complex
For niggas in the projects with they eyes shut
That still walk around blind to the conquest
expands)
While others stand at the back of the queue
I mean you
Still the same old security
For your creature comforts
Exchanging the hours of your
The military-industrial complex has surrendered to KMFDM rebel forces
Stealth-fighter possessed
Animal-instinct at its' best
Black panther shark-skin
Natural selection put
the contemporary business woman in a
Business suit... uh, the recreational woman... a police officer... (we know
Criminals will always get guns) the, uh, security
family Wore black fingernail polish
On their left hand only
And had in capital letters
Across their left hand only
The letters RBH
Anyone who is not
In
this morning me get up on me write three letter
Ah meh seh, ah one adress it ah to deh prime minister
Meh seh di next one ah addressin' it to security
From Southwest Detroit deep within some island's industrial
Waste depositories it's Shaggy Time!
Hey! How ya doin' down there? I've got mice
wings
Studied hard, got a degree
Circuitry wizardry
Industrial machinery
Security for family
Don't you judge me
You know what it's like
To live
You are but a pawn. You'll take the bait!
It's one clusterfuck of vast,
Police state grooming you
It's a falsehood of security
We've been immersed
Industrial economy
Blow me off like mountaintops
Dont stop till you have a hollow me
Ain't worth my weight in gold
But I'm worth my life in labor
So
Back in industrial ages
People feared they might lose themselves
There were war and hunger
Dirty air and bad smells
There was romanticism
Physical
complex to fix
Attach my thought
with all due respect
You ain tripping enough
you ain even clout
Industrial level to
the fullest extent
Stripping down
Aye bae I need you to type
This letter real quick
It's tuesday 4:24 a.m.
I got a few things
I wanna go over and discuss
I wanna send a copy
Compromised security
The effect of what he's supposed to be
Nothing lies outside his grasp
Twisting his face again, what a gas
When the letter
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