Quiet dawn as fog lifts in Saint Esprit Target of a twisted covert trial People of the region unsuspecting As dapper agents empty out the vial
The climate of the day unstable Esoteric knowledge on the table A policy of silence to suffocate the truth
Tested on the meek and voiceless So they could weigh their choices Gladly trading souls for an edge in the war But then all hell broke loose
A three-martini lunch unfolds in Ft. Detrick Story of the day on no one's breath Diethylamide in the blood Visages of hell on earth undone
Mass hysteria consumes the village People leap from rooftops trying to fly Scratching to the bone, insects imagined Drowning in the sea to end the pain
The straightjackets fastened tight as they loaded the asylum Thrashing wildly in their beds, bodies melt like molten lead Stomachs full of coiled snakes drove them all to madness But delirium passed in time, with no admission of a crime
Black swan song Seven gone Test gone wrong No stopping
A \"Stormy Epidemic\" Cooked up by Sandoz suits To control a revolution Black swan sold as a crow