Insight - Lots of Facts About Control lyrics

Tickled with fame admit you're a slave ripping through a maze Limping to a grave with a page in a caged stage Six ways in eight days they trick your brain where all five senses are clutched The magic touch used to be whip and chain Fast food cripples the brain Opressed spirits riddled with pain live in shame see little to gain A kid on the train is restrained and detained Each year thousands of woman are abducted from the Ukrain And thats the smell of trouble developements crumble Several boroughs spell trouble for commuters Increasing shooters and looters The beast is using manuvers to feed it through the computer Delete the truth from intruders that leak it into a smooth cut More are stuck as slaves today than ever before Mesure the deception of war from oppression and more Abandonment is purly the common fate of many slaves Becoming unproductive due to the burden of their ways Raise the level of understanding this phenomenon Handling all it's wrong without the threat of dropping bombs Sight is rocking, locking on the topic getting to the source Through the laws of phonics you thought my jaws were bionic The mic um on it, rattling more about wars exetra While human trafficing routs run throughout North America Forced labor on Dominican sugar plantations Are responsible for 15 percent of the US traderun You can be born or you can be lord into bondage kid Brazillian hostages work in hevily armed cottages Deep in the Amazon but now thier plans are gone cause they was promised life they panic Knife scars on thier hands and arms Making charcoal for soldiers that's hot and cold With a rotten soul shots loaded ready for crop control Robots patrol blocks and hold Glocks with a heart of gold Ready for obstacles Land of the free? Then why we stop at tolls? Pilgrims landed on the coast of Plymouth Criminals who fled the British In Mexico you can visit factories packed with over worked kids in it And witness an operation thats vicious Contemplating who did it Not concentrating you'll miss it Evil thinks it's delicious k**ing hope making specific solutions ficticious Polluting riches of truth to paint pictures of grave diggers I preach proof while some priests abuse scriptures Control yes y'all thats the topic of the day The population is programmed and pricked on a tray The trays in a box, the box is on the shelf stacked in twelves On a tractor belt moving into the batter of hell Communicate collaborate cooperate let's concentrate Global power system ma** opression will complicate Control, the system is in place, they operated well But every major arcadia in the past fell Control is a sky scraper confined to a glacier The soul of a fly creators rhymes I crack into a crator With the Isis Papers I design pyramids Focusing thoughts into a point that aims right where your spirits is