With intent deceit we meet again.
We congregate and contemplate on plans of domination.
We rain the stations with our tribulations.
As we buy our way to the top of the nation.

AMEN BEHOLD! Our towers of Gold!
Our leverage over average with sermons we've sold.
The heists we've pulled, the lies we've told.
We bet on debts of our old pets.

We mount the pyramid with our ominous eye.
Spinning webs of social standards while commanders carry out our orders.
We strike the borders without bloody hands,
For our hands are busy digging in sands.

BEHOLD! Eulogia! Our grand new world!
Your eye may shine on our unfurled fields.
We wield the power of the final hour.
For our fingers tremble on big red buttons.

I have seen the view from the top.
I cannot stop myself from knowing what it is that they're bestowing.
I can only hope we come together,
Before they have us nether the dirt.

All your money is currently filed,
In the endless cabinets of Rothschild.
All the while we drown in style.
Until the decadence floods the Nile.

The HateFlu has infected you,
Nestled in your brain, becoming what is sane.
Why must the love wait so long.
You've heard the message in many a song.

A billion-year-old story we repeat thereof,
Power and money or humble love.
Like a dove, we must sail above.
We all must see through the eye.
Then to our worries, we say goodbye.

frank