New World Order

New World Order


I’ll be your servant


I’ll nod my head as you speak


A good soldier

Of misfortune

I know not of what you speak

Of this torture

Deny everyone who

Speaks out against you

This oppression

Is now our expression

It’s explicitly

A depression

Rise up and sit down

Turn yourself around

Take orders from a leader

Who is a big fat clown

If you do not understand it

You never will

Tilt your head back and take the pill

Consciousness fades

Into oblivion

Those who chose to fit

Will never win

Nod your head and smile

Step in line

Put your head between your knees

And kiss everything goodbye

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