Look in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane. No, it’s a drone over your
home and it’s learning your name. You don’t need a turban or a purpose for aim. As long as they suspect, assassination’s the game. Duck, duck, goose. The Government’s loose and it’s corrupt as a motherfucker. You run from the truth. We’ve got to pull the sheets from the people that sleep. Funny how they are the ones that count on them and end up the sheep. Police state we are living in, they are giving us grief all because we occupy Wall Street. Call it conspiracy, I call it a cheat. We could unite but we divide and fall deep.
And when the world goes crazy...and when the world goes mad...don’t come running to me, no, ‘cause I warned you it’d get bad. You’re on your own now. You’re all alone now. Still, I’d wish this on no one. Should have known how little time we had. The end is here now. Now fall in line.
The revolution won’t be televised, but the media will cover it and sell you the lies and you’ll eat it up ‘cause it’s the devils pie. I’ll never settle for less ‘cause I’m a rebel with pride. I’m getting sick of deception, getting sick of the greed. I don’t know about you, ignorance ain’t blissful to me. Listen, it’s martial law, Holocaust on the verge. Killed our rights, killed our speech so I’m at a loss for words. But still, I was here for you helping you see the light. Just stand up with me, you’ll see. I promise to lead you right.
And when the world goes crazy...and when the world goes mad...don’t come running to me, no, ‘cause I warned you it’d get bad. You’re on your own now. You’re all alone now. Still, I’d wish this on no one. Should have known how little time we had. The end is here now. Now fall in line.
Simon says I'm in debt. They co-signed to death. I don't mind the threats 'cause I'm so tired of trying to hide for rest. I thought the law should start to kick in. At some point the ball should fall. I know martial arts, y'all should start marshal law. Mark my words. If the pepper gas don't get your ass, their marksmen will sure see to is. The target's blurred you want to mark. Mad at time until the find the power to time travel, to battle the powers that scoured the cowards who traveled. Who made the Tower of Babel? So how many hours of paddling up shit creek must we keep paddling at? My natural habitat's battling that. Trilateral, mad at the fact their secrets are popular to the youth. Is the part of the plan - to box them in a group? Who knows? Call the cab back, lady. I drove myself half crazy. My math's bad, baby. Maybe that's why the rat labs pay me. Maybe they want to know how psycho a psycho with rifle clips gets with night scopes. Hit Eiffel tips. I floss, scope, and aim. Target practice with high beams. Floss, scope, and aim like I'm practicing hygiene. No war should just keep on. No poor should just sheep on. And I'm added to that list they've got Immortal Technique on. Keep on.
The end is here now. Now fall in line.