Burnt By the Sun Pentagons and Pentagrams Lyrics:
["Give me control over a nation's currency,
and I care not who makes it's laws." --Mayer
Amschel Rothschild, 1743-1812]

A tide of Blue Blood. A tide of mystic light so
consuming shadows take a life of their own. But
you won't see them walk around. CFR (Council on
Foreign Relations). TLC (Tri-Lateral Commission).
A wave of order for the new world is in store. A
new world order for humanity to deplore. Like
those foretold centuries before. Like a capital
city laid out in denominations of 13. Like
nominees for the presidency that belong to secret
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societies. And those who win are held like
puppets, outranked by banks. Founded on cosmic
lore. So be our perceptions insecure. So sure of
what we see and what we endure we see no tie to
the ancient world. None. You think this happens by
chance? You really cannot afford to be this naive.
You think life happens by chance? You really
cannot afford to be this naive. You think war
happens by chance. You really cannot afford to be
this naive. You think this happens by chance? You
really cannot afford to be this naive. When life
When life is what When life is what they dictate.
You can run but you can't hide from the tide of
illumination. So fuck off with your trivial talk
radio shows. 'Cause all your politics argue on the
shadow and not on the substance.
Lyrics: Pentagons and Pentagrams, Burnt By the Sun [end]