They Come in Shoals

War From A Harlots Mouth

Compositor: War from a Harlots Mouth

The city's sky blows blackened doom
Onto the little life that's left
You're still glued to a screen
While the real world turns to dust.

Mind control devices
Installed for education
Are focussing your energy
On the furthest thing from reality.

They keep you deaf to the sound of revolution,
They avert your eyes from the sceptics decapitation.

Seek no solace
Digging for roots
There is no interpretation for truth
No solace for truth.

Omnipresent secrecy
Under the flag of democracy.

There's feds at the door
Oh it's just fed ex
Thought I heard walkie-talkies
Must've been them redneck neighbors of mine
They fuckin' with they CB
And we in the spot watchin' c.o.p.s. on TV.

You have been sold,
You always bought what you've been told.

You have been sold.