| The quiet war has begun with silent weapons
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| And the new slavery is to keep the people
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| Poor and stupid, «Novus Ordo Seclorum»
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| How can there be any logic in biological war?
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| We all know this is wrong
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| But the New World Order’s beating down the door
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| Oh something needs to be done
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| There was a king, an evil king
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| Who dreamt the wickedest of dreams
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| An ancient mystery, no prophet could interpret
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| Of seven years of famine
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| The wolf is at my door as predicted years ago
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| That that was, that is, that is no more
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| The word predicts the future and tells the truth about the past
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| Of how the world leaders will hail the new Pharaoh
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| The eighth false king to the throne
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| Washington is next
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| Disengage their minds, sabotage their health
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| Promote sex and war and violence in the kindergartens
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| Blame the parents and teachers
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| It’s their fault, «Annuit Coeptis»
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| Attack the church dynamic, attack the family
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| Keep the public undisciplined 'til nothing left is sacred
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| And the «have-not's» get hooked
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| And have to go to the «have's» just to cop a fix
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| I am the king, an evil king
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| Who dreams the wickedest of dreams
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| An ancient mystery, nobody could interpret
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| Of seven empires falling
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| The wolf is at my door as predicted years ago
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| That that was, that is, that is no more
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| The word predicts my future and tells the truth about my past
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| Of how the world’s leaders are waiting to usher in
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| The eighth world power of modern Rome
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| Washington is next
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| There was a king, an evil king
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| Who dreamt the wickedest of dreams
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| An ancient mystery, no prophet could interpret
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| Of seven empires falling
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| The wolf is at my door as predicted years ago
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| That that was, that is, that is no more
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| I am a king, and I dream the wildest dreams
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| And nobody could interpret
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| Seven empires falling, the wolf is at my door
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| Oh, that that was, that is, that is no more
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| There’s something at my door, some ancient mystery
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| The future tells the truth about my past
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| And I’m the eighth false king to the throne
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| I’ve got you in my crosshairs, now, ain’t that a bitch?
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| Washington, you’re next |