Seductive to lay the blame upon "the masters", whosoever
We think they be. Priory of Sion or Illuminati
Lizard-men, hooded brotherhood, hands upon the levers of true
Power. Selfish and malevolent, the root of all ills we know
But what if no one's driving
And no one has the wheel?
Just a mass of hapless poseurs
Hustling to endure
Fettered under weight of all we ourselves have upon us wrought
Biologically biased to believe we're not at fault
Slomo nightmare traincrash horror, deja vu of anguished wakening
To the recognition that there's no one but us to condemn
Not the masons or Skull and Bones, no clandestine new world order
Cabal to blame for the shitpile dumpster-fire show
We're stuck in
A childs belief that there must be
Some 'grup somewhere that's in charge
Newsflash honey... ain't no sovereign
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Jäger Volant - Power Lines Lyrics
Jäger Volant - Power Lines Lyrics
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Seductive to lay the blame upon "the masters", whosoever
We think they be. Priory of Sion or Illuminati
Lizard-men, hooded brotherhood, hands upon the levers of true
Power. Selfish and malevolent, the root of all ills we know
But what if no one's driving
And no one has the wheel?
Just a mass of hapless poseurs
Hustling to endure
Fettered under weight of all we ourselves have upon us wrought
Biologically biased to believe we're not at fault
Slomo nightmare traincrash horror, deja vu of anguished wakening
To the recognition that there's no one but us to condemn
Not the masons or Skull and Bones, no clandestine new world order
Cabal to blame for the shitpile dumpster-fire show
We're stuck in
A childs belief that there must be
Some 'grup somewhere that's in charge
Newsflash honey... ain't no sovereign
On
Ly
Flawed
De
Sprate
Mor
Tals
Like
Us
We think they be. Priory of Sion or Illuminati
Lizard-men, hooded brotherhood, hands upon the levers of true
Power. Selfish and malevolent, the root of all ills we know
But what if no one's driving
And no one has the wheel?
Just a mass of hapless poseurs
Hustling to endure
Fettered under weight of all we ourselves have upon us wrought
Biologically biased to believe we're not at fault
Slomo nightmare traincrash horror, deja vu of anguished wakening
To the recognition that there's no one but us to condemn
Not the masons or Skull and Bones, no clandestine new world order
Cabal to blame for the shitpile dumpster-fire show
We're stuck in
A childs belief that there must be
Some 'grup somewhere that's in charge
Newsflash honey... ain't no sovereign
On
Ly
Flawed
De
Sprate
Mor
Tals
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Us
Writer: Larry Day
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