Sicknesses

Murderous, it is the air we breathe
Toxins slowly killing inside

Sicknesses are spread in the world to kill
The goal is to reduce us all
And control the few remaining

Killing over foul excuses
Fabricating wars and disasters

Manipulation is so clear
The world refuses to hear

And while you buy their lies
They keep on making you die

Foul is the move that they make
The food and the water they take
From us to deploy in their waste
Consuming our death, we are damned

Our fate is decided to this day
Will this end? Surely not today

Sicknesses are spread in the world to kill
The goal is to reduce us all
And control the few remaining

Wake from this dream
Wire all the spots
Smash over them
We are the power