This Infection

Confusion and delusion is

a breakdown of reality.

Institute a mass illusion,

The tool of the Illuminati.

Infusing their derision,

upon a manufactured society.

Removing our decision,

Is the enemies priority.

A subconscious contusion,

The attack on our identity.

Removing the solution,

that is obvious to you and me.

Push the institution to

eliminate a sovereign country.

No matter what they do, they

will never kill the God in me.

This is all a ruse, designed to

cover up an evil century.

Can't you see the bruise, left behind

on the arm of our society.

The metaphorical needle used,

To inject the doctrine of disease.

Encouraging the age of Thelema...

Do As You Please.

Innocence is a submissive position.

Silence is the result. No one will listen.

The mannequins that dance to a

subliminal rendition.

Like kites in the wind. The removal

of our own volition.

I won't take the chance by placing

cards upon the Devil's table.

It's a matter of circumstance, that's

kept disguised by a madman's fable.

Are you willing and able?

A mustang that has broken free

from it's stable?

Are you the abused canine trapped

on a dog-run cable?

Are you still trying to build your

own tower of Babel?

Ignorance won't save you from

a path of destruction.

Flee to The mountains to be

Free from corruption.

Don't live by a volcano if

you fear the eruption.

Don't be another soul that's 

added to a trophy collection.

This is for your own protection.

Your spirit is your weapon.

Keep it strong, Don't do what's wrong,

And sterilize your mind from this

Infection.