Fairy tales have become institutionalized by reason
Our homes ravaged with repetition
No longer in the dormant season
For a long, long time they have planned this mission

Sadness abound
The complete perversion of nature
No one dare utter a sound
For it's the repercussions they fear

Agents lurk about
Snake oils salesman they are
False promises they tout
Their souls sold for silver
As the damage they inflict continues to mare

False idols and phony prophets
This global syndicate of criminal leaders
We will not make great pets!
Tavistock, the CFR, and all of your measures and meters
They're failing, we're sick of your shit
My suggestion to all who have sold your souls
You still have time to quit
Crumbling is the ivory tower and thrown upon which you sit
Stop now
It's our last warning
The awakening is here
The bell now tolls