BLACK POPE - Holographic Prison Bars | Текст песни

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"Hey kid get back to work, you've got your grave to dig,
You better learn to like it, we tell you how it is.
There'll be no questions here, you've got a job to do,
I said you better like it, because of us it's all that you'll know."

Many a thousand years dark clouds been cast upon, the precious, unpretentious, universal mind of man,
False hopes and dreams run rampant, aspirations led astray, conceived, and molded, with leverage to perfection,
These holographic prison bars, as real as you allow them,
These holographic prison bars, will soon crash down around them.

Now go. It will soon be the day,
Where these restraints are no more,
The end to this, superficial state of awareness.

"We see you've wandered off again from the docile pasture, we told you to get back in line,
Now you see that forfeits your end of the bargain to your life, unfortunately, you give us, not but one choice.

(we tried to warn you, we tried to warn you)

There is a penalty for those who try to crack the matrix, we have a multitude of ways,
Lets just say that we have our assets ready to go at will, they will ensure, another, word is never said.

(we tried to warn you, we tried to warn you)"

Don't fret the dark suits' scare tactics,
They are on their last leg.
A brand new dawn is rising,
Not in their best interest.
Centuries of greed and corruption,
All boils down to this.
My, the sun, it burns so hot,
The onslaught of energetic bliss.

Understand the world around you, is not what youve known it is,
An establishment imprisonment psyop, thats what we're dealing with.
Influenced left brain bondage, has the masses taken captive,
Unaware of, unknowing, thats how dexterous it is.

Its time to let it go.

Many a thousand years dark clouds been cast upon, the precious, unpretentious, universal mind of man
False hopes and dreams run rampant, aspirations led astray, conceived, and molded, with leverage to perfection,
These holographic prison bars, as real as you allow them,
These holographic prison bars, will soon crash down around them.

Will soon crash down around them.

My, the sun it fucking burns, the darkness fades away,
Ensuing the ribbon of vibrational ecstacy.

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