Some people try and tell me that I am cynical,
Police are always looking at me as if I am a criminal,
It's simple to be singled out if you're an individual,
A pivitol role of the government is to limit you,
To silence opposition until resistence is minimal,
Hit you subliminally 'til you submit/
Televisions control your mind,
You don't even know that the simple task,
of trying to holding a single thought on your own is difficult,
Presidents are hypocritical,
Politicians are pure evil,
A child who resists drugs and goes to school is a miracle,
They've been feeding you chemicals,
Ignorance is typical,
You don't want to believe they've been trying to get rid of you,
Piles of skin and skulls,
Miles of only bones,
If you don't open your eyes, you'll only add to those,
If you concentrate you can hear their souls singing a song to you.
Close your eyes... and this is how it goes..
Self guided missiles and blackholes,
Pray for all cause it's the end of the world as we know it.
You can close your eyes,
Or you can cast the stones.
Here lies an innocent man on a concrete slab, holes in his back.
Across the street there's a beat cop with a nine milli and a silver badge.
One million enforcers ensuring our death toll reaches six billion.
Police and military action, equipped with guns and plastic caskets.
and yet you march to their beat.
You can't stop moving your feet.
You love your right to be free,
and yet you follow their lead.
The slums are full of drugs, liquor stores on every corner.
Charities get no coverage, but murder's covered by all reporters.
Taxes are raised, and crime has never been this high before,
but nothing seems to change. Police need to fill their selfish quota.
And when it comes to race, we couldn't be more divided,
while we're guided by the media to be biased, and we buy it,
and we're blinded by it. Free to point out the blaim,
but you don't even realize you're just a pawn in a chess game.
credits
from Eleven,
released November 11, 2016
Lyrics: W.Lantry/K.Ketchum
Music: W.Lantry
