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tests. While anchored in the New Zealand port of Auckland she was sunk by agents of the French Foreign Intelligence Service. Greenpeace photographer
banks to rule the world
Instruments to sight the stars
Possibly I've seen to much
Hangar 18 I know too much
Foreign life forms inventory
banks to rule the world
Instruments to sight the stars
Possibly I've seen to much
Hangar 18 I know too much
Foreign life forms inventory
banks to rule the world
Instruments to sight the stars
Possibly I've seen to much
Hangar 18 I know too much
Foreign life forms inventory
No one survived to tell the story
When foreign life forms resurrect
And military intelligence is
Still two words that can't make sense
Possibly I've
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And the corner of some foreign
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And the corner of some foreign
in a hostile foreign land
The message we're proclaiming is repentance and forgiveness
The offer of salvation to a dying race of man
To love
New York, stand the fuck up (yeah)
You know what's goin' on, nigga
Fivio, Barbie
Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, nigga
(That's Fivio Foreign, Nicki
of the devil
Intelligence level is hellier than treble peakin' on speakers in the ghetto
Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of an atheist
floating down through the clouds
memories come rushing up to meet me now
in the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
i
a fan, sir (fan, sir)
Can't keep her man off my Instagram, sir ('Gram, sir)
New slaves, but I'm still the master (master)
I'm whippin' foreigns to make
necks
No one survived to tell the story
When foreign life forms resurrect
And military intelligence
Is still two words that can't make sense
Possibly
of secret service
Employed to collect secrets
One country relies on them
Living in a foreign country
While working for his nation
Living in a foreign country
Number one in acquisitions
There is no foreign soil
Go global like a round thing
Go global like a hole
Every money matchmaker
Splicing green
lookin' at walkin' licks?
The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips
The private jets and passports, presidential glass floor
Gold
right hand can
Do anything for you with purpose
Call it secret service, call it secret service
Just remain calm
I know you're shaky and nervous
Call
in a hostile foreign land
The message we're proclaiming is repentance and forgiveness
The offer of salvation to a dying race of man
To love
of human emotion
Stand as the sole inhabitants
Alongside the service drones
That glide past them
With eerie indifference
The machine intelligence
A silent
Will we be obsolete?
Our fate determined by a profit?
All in service to intelligence.
We seek to know but never grow.
Extinction by our own code.
I'm exertin'
It ain't hurting, so the further I'mma push it into service
Polish up the surface cause I see that order matters
And the shallows is be
to ashes and dust to dust)
Steel still rusts
(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)
A third of his life off in a foreign land
Thanks for your service
banks to rule the world
Instruments to sight the stars
Possibly I've seen to much
Hangar 18 I know too much
Foreign life forms inventory
Suspended state
of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got
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