In Tow
The brutality of broad daylight
Makes me doubt my senses
Jaw dropping propaganda
When the administrators
Of the silent genocide
Refuse themselves to accept the jab
And a vaccine for stalemates
Get pushed down your arm
More protests are underway
As we seek the worst
Of all possible worlds
And what can you do
Once you open the door
There aint no tellin
What the cat
Will drag in
While men go up in flames
To seduce their pockets
The next generation despairs
Under fatal madness attacks
Which aim to cull the herd
It’s all fun and games
Bought and sold cheap
As the oil makes some weak
Peoples who own it keep
Getting thinner and thinner.
