BreakCanon
11-18-07, 10:08 PM
G-forces rip the skin off, and reveal what’s underneath,
At the slightest sign of trouble, we revert into machines,
As the propaganda would have it, it’s a war over survival,
Civilization vs. barbarism, the Quran vs. the Bible;
Cow the populace with threats voiced through the media,
Color coded and packaged through various mediums,
Distract them with entertainment, gladiatorial bouts,
Make them think they are prosperous so they have nothing to cry about,
Provide an opposition so that the impression of dissent is there,
And then we can project to the world that the internal debate is fair,
Project power outwardly through gunboat diplomacy,
Or even outright war, it’s our right through manifest destiny;
Security for the homeland is a joke at best,
Considering the fact that we stole it two-hundred years back,
In fact, consider the dual basis for this countries foundation,
Religious zealotry and economic abominations,
Slave labor and evangelical praying to god to gain favor,
Applying an eraser to history, revising what’s occurred,
Disturbing images of war are whitewashed in the process,
Glossing over the real truth, that justification is lacking,
In order to provide the wherewithal and resources to attack,
While the people are distracted and unable to fight back.
See, it’s easy, deceive the people with gimmicky concepts and phrases,
Direct their energies toward enemies through true threat appraisal,
Like an easel, it’s up to us, the elites, to paint it as we choose,
Use the populace as fodder, cattle, either way they loose,
Steal their money through economic sophistry and justify it as a dream,
While we scheme and lead, they follow like a flock of sleeping sheep.
Machines to the core, pre-programmed to follow,
Culturally incestuous; propagating propaganda hollow,
Swallow the pills and enjoy the stupid **** we provide you with,
And if you don’t like it than leave, this house was never yours to begin with.
At the slightest sign of trouble, we revert into machines,
As the propaganda would have it, it’s a war over survival,
Civilization vs. barbarism, the Quran vs. the Bible;
Cow the populace with threats voiced through the media,
Color coded and packaged through various mediums,
Distract them with entertainment, gladiatorial bouts,
Make them think they are prosperous so they have nothing to cry about,
Provide an opposition so that the impression of dissent is there,
And then we can project to the world that the internal debate is fair,
Project power outwardly through gunboat diplomacy,
Or even outright war, it’s our right through manifest destiny;
Security for the homeland is a joke at best,
Considering the fact that we stole it two-hundred years back,
In fact, consider the dual basis for this countries foundation,
Religious zealotry and economic abominations,
Slave labor and evangelical praying to god to gain favor,
Applying an eraser to history, revising what’s occurred,
Disturbing images of war are whitewashed in the process,
Glossing over the real truth, that justification is lacking,
In order to provide the wherewithal and resources to attack,
While the people are distracted and unable to fight back.
See, it’s easy, deceive the people with gimmicky concepts and phrases,
Direct their energies toward enemies through true threat appraisal,
Like an easel, it’s up to us, the elites, to paint it as we choose,
Use the populace as fodder, cattle, either way they loose,
Steal their money through economic sophistry and justify it as a dream,
While we scheme and lead, they follow like a flock of sleeping sheep.
Machines to the core, pre-programmed to follow,
Culturally incestuous; propagating propaganda hollow,
Swallow the pills and enjoy the stupid **** we provide you with,
And if you don’t like it than leave, this house was never yours to begin with.