World War 3/The Culling

Produced, Arranged, Composed & Performed by Beau Phillips Copyright 2024 All Rights Reserved
Yo heave ho and a bottle of rum
Temple rebuilding has the kingdom come
Believers used as battering rams
And assets like summer of sam
They wait for the trigger
Universities rigour
Tells you a story
Laced with with morning glory
But all is hunky dory
Is this life on Mars
The mystics are your stars
Sit back for your hypnosis
Get fucked up on their potions
Just remember it put the lotion on their skin
To never get hosed again
And never feel pain again
Just play your video games
And let your eyes roll back into your head
Never question are you alive or dead or
Do you pledge your allegiance
To the cause of your coffers bulging
As you scoff at telling us of the culling
Calling all lovers of truth where are you
Question everything, promulgation from the gypsys
With their attack dogs, profit from the fog of war
Yes this is war on humanity
The diabolical threat on sanity
This one is a worshiper of baal
That one is a beckoning the fall
Of the holy American empire
That never really was more than a colony of the crown
And so we are surrounded
By an organized crime syndicate
Called the government
Twisted alliances an orgy of the puppets
Bankers fund to scortch the earth
And the lucifereans love it
Rise from underground to take
Their rightful place to rule over their slaves