Lyrics:
a monster
It's reaching out
For me
For me
For me
For me
You can not
See
I told you about my past
So many agents of blame
Reckless confusion
I swear its
the world and ask them who they are
Rules and words like agents of confusion may they fall apart
My theory is the fish that swim within my head are doing laps
paranoia agent
I cause confusion, outrage and amazement
Chaos is the composition of my own arrangement
Hide me from your friends but you know that I'm
Provocateur agents to cause confusion in our ranks
And on the other hand, we have no need for dogmatism and coercive force
We need unity among oppressed people
Monsieur l'agent
Parfois y a confusion
Il appartient à quelle gente
Plus rien est clair
Dans leurs dires il y a quelques fentes
Je ne sais même plus qui
one of your illusions
Don’t let me take you for a run around
You’re just an agent of your own confusion
But that’s what’s keepin you from coming down
he just kept on keeping me
In a state of total confusion
He took me for a ride and rattled me down to my shoes
But I found out he was
he just kept on keeping me
In a state of total confusion
He took me for a ride and rattled me down to my shoes
But I found out he was
to crack-up
Think I'll go bankrupt
It's all confusion
Disappearing without a trace
I'm a secret agent
He's in a tight spot
Attention, Attention
I was
She just kept on keeping me
In a total state of confusion
She took me for a ride
Rattled me down to my shoes
And I found out
She was
waiting to use her
Debbie Harry's crying sobbing endlessly
Can't you see her crying she'd rather be with me
I love your confusion leaves me painlessly
I
She just kept on keeping me
In a total state of confusion
She took me for a ride
Rattled me down to my shoes
And I found out
She was
Inciting violence with riot control agents
Civilizing the brutality that protesting now warrants
but where's the civility in unrestrained brutality
Those
soul will always shine
These inorganic beings can’t touch me
These gang stalkers can’t scare me
These demons can’t steal my energy
These agents can’t
Brooklyn
Her house was a dusty collection of rusty
Confusion with landings and tunnels
And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and things
Where
to tell you
It's an illusion, illusion
Making y'all believe that you don't have powers
But you really do, just to clear up any confusion
Because
It's
legends become known
Grown lies aged in soul-time a secret agent paging the unknown
Wise Alone over the well-known
Cries Survival the place we dwell
won't mingle
With the man upstairs, funerals for fear
Confusion, nervous hands from a scared wife knittin
Siblings infants weepin, continuous tear drippin
send the agents behind enemy line
hungry for infiltration
the deepest secrets drive them to the
target
paralysis before the first strike
under
of the Brooklynite vagrant
Half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent
Vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken
Scripted on city park benches under
de croire à un agent cupide chargé d'travestir l'histoire
Vent d'État, les médias véhiculent des mensonges d'État!
Contrôle, pouvoir, coup d'État,
but the illusion of
The confusion is a, and the solution is a
We manifest under oppression, put your mind to the test
Control the jealousy then take
Illuminati or not, but
I know TSA got me throwing the Roc up
Hollywood rules, the illusion is cruel
Bank awards planned and confusions are tooled
In fact,
direction acting agent act the fool
Pass the meat from which I stink of
Putrid helping kept inside
Tincture
Warning
Second cousin to the new
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