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lirik lagu plato’s cave – payday monsanto

“when his son planned to expose the ugly truth about his father’s assassination, his small plane plunged into the ocean, k!lling all on*board…*

it’s funny how we robbed all you silly c*cksmokers out of all of ‘ya days. (ain’t it a shame?) i’m laughin’ down my sleeves at you slobs, ’cause you don’t even know that you’re slaves. (you think it’s a game?) everything is in place for the scientific dictatorship comin’, you can bet your gums it’s here, withal kiss. (mwah) when we complete the cashless societal control*grid, you’d expect to hear some jargon similar to this…

stop where you are, don’t shoot your f*ckin’ lip, or i’ll shoot you in the cheek, son. i need to check your chip. this ain’t a f*ckin’ game, like the videos ‘ya played, it’s martial f*ckin’ law, and the city’s all ablaze. it ain’t gonna be funny, if you didn’t let them chip ‘ya, a passport is just a piece of paper, with a picture. we need somethin’ more concrete, sumthin’ betta. don’t try to run, son, ’cause you know i’ll have to come and get ‘ya. and, i possess all the tools i need, whether your name is john smith, or abdul rasheed. there’s been a natural disaster, nature’s cruel, indeed. there’s no escapin’ ‘ya master, break the rules ‘ya bleed. we got alot of willful idiots, and it’s well known, if they don’t follow orders, and the wind up like wellstone. many tragedies could happen, take your pick a plane crash, suicide, heart*attack…(laughs maniacally)

you haven’t seen the light of day…
what makes you think you have the right*of*way?
us folks up here, we call ‘ya slaves, to exit plato’s cave, we made you all afraid…

i don’t operate by the man*made laws that you respect, they call me carte blanche, ’cause i got a blank check. and, i can write it to whomever i wish, to murder whomever i tell ’em, at the flip of a switch. kiss the boys goodbye, for your corporate war, you won’t see them poor young boys no more. ’cause even if they survive the war, their brains will be fried, after 5 bl**dy tours. everyday, a soldier commits suicide, post traumatic stress, and depleted uranium collide. they’re mind*f*ckin’ our boys, and our girls, h*ll*bent on destroyin’ the world, and they have, ha*ha*haven’t ‘ya noticed? or, do they have all you attention focused on the hocus*pocus?

you haven’t seen the light of day…
what makes you think you have the right*of*way?
my people now, we call ‘ya slaves, we made you all afraid, to exit plato’s cave…

*grace powers * ring of power: empire of the city (2006) documentary

- payday monsanto

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