Power Lines

Seductive to lay the blame upon "the masters", whosoever We think they be. Priory of Sion or Illuminati Lizard-men, hooded brotherhood, hands upon the levers of true Power. Selfish and malevolent, the root of all ills we know But what if no one's driving And no one has the wheel? Just a mass of hapless poseurs Hustling to endure Fettered under weight of all we ourselves have upon us wrought Biologically biased to believe we're not at fault Slomo nightmare traincrash horror, deja vu of anguished wakening To the recognition that there's no one but us to condemn Not the masons or Skull and Bones, no clandestine new world order Cabal to blame for the shitpile dumpster-fire show We're stuck in A childs belief that there must be Some 'grup somewhere that's in charge Newsflash honey... ain't no sovereign On Ly Flawed De Sprate Mor Tals Like Us