Wool

We’re not living in a democratic administration

The public are being fooled by the rulers of this nation

Do you think we get a choice in the affairs of the day?

That we have any control in what they decide and say?

We're bombarded by spin doctors and fabricated ideals

They really couldn't give a shit about how poverty feels

The statistics are fixed to project that everything is grand

People unemployed? homeless? Sick? No, not on our land

Read the papers as they ooze pages of biased ink

Black and white letters that tell you what to think

Not what they know to be the truth, the proof

The rich can't sell that to you so you’re aloof

Alone in the world wondering how to beat the system

Telling people to make a change but they won’t listen

They think you’re crazy, lazy, lost or broken

Perhaps he’s on the scale because he’s so outspoken!

Frustration spreads while you tie yourself in knots

The greedy and destructive are taking all the shots

At the cures, the fixes the people now contradicted

By gagging orders and their research now redacted and restricted

By the pharmaceutical companies and their money making plans

and the companies and politicians who prosper from these scams

Ripe with corruption and mass murderous schemes

They want to own our souls and censor our dreams

With consumerism for the numb but I fear I can’t relate

When depression sets in they say spending helps abate

So you increase your debts with more possessions to your name

Another form of control that anchors you to their reign

And when we’re in the maelstrom and realise the con

They buy up all the proof and pay off all their wrongs

Time goes by and no-one seems to remember or care

So it starts again because apathy and ignorance is what the masses share

They say, “You can’t make a difference, you're just one person!”

And that’s the mentality that determines the recursion…

Revolt