Forces conspire – death and desire,
to set you up – take you down,
let you hang on barbed wire.
People and politics,
heathens and heretics,
persuade and invade you
and ply you with tricks.
Want you to submit
to their useless shit,
convinced that it’s gold,
but it’s you who’s sold.
No reason – no meaning,
they’re stealing everything
that ever meant anything.
Don’t fall for a lie
of fame – of wealth – of salvation.
All of their promises are ash,
just false friends
and fake Christs.
Their time will pass
only if you fight.
-Deny-
Lies of the most obvious kind.
There’s too many thieves
and no inspiration,
we’ve sold them the keys
to our hearts and minds.
-Deny-
Because the devil’s in the details.
No difference in their shit
that kills all the Indy sales.
And pimps and preachers,
who all act like teachers,
so you know how to dress,
while you die from the stress.
They are so convincing,
don’t know what you’re missing,
you gave them the power,
so while you’re submitting;
go fuck yourself!
-Deny-
It’s all lies
-Deny-
Stole your mind
-Deny-
All its forms
-Deny-
Lie no more.
HG – 2000-2005
