They’re doing tricks on the blind
And busy bee got control
The other brick in the wall
Another day on the job
And that’s the way things work
Digging, shoving, to fuel the machinery
Watch the pistons pump
That’s the drive that keeps the heart alive
And all that you desire
Making you the perfect liar
And someone’s casting pearls before the swine
On the road to hell
Illuminati
N.W.O. in control
While fingers worked to the bone
Illuminati, unholy seed
In 1776 the birth of greed
They’ve been selling this lie
That’s said to offer a life
For both the bug and the host
But guess who profits the most
But that’s the way things work
Fighting and bleeding, to fuel the machine
As we watch the tanks roll in
Listen, never catch a falling knife
On the road to hell
Illuminati
N.W.O. in control
While fingers worked to the bone
Illuminati, unholy seed
In 1776 the birth of greed
This has a rhythm to it that makes it feel like it belongs in a song. Nice
Appreciate it that Fia. Thank you!
Powerful and poignant.
Thank you Thomas.
I agree with Fia in this one – definitely has that flow and rhythm to it. And the message is clear.
Love it!
Heyyyyyyyyy👋🏼
Thanks Mary. You kick ass!
Right back at ya! I’m not here as much as I’d like to be but as soon as I can be back the way that I was before I’ll be all over your ass! Lol.
Cool. I’ll be waiting.
Powerfully penned, Keith. I concur with Fia & Mary this has a lyrical feel my friend. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Hello Damian. Thanks for the kind words.
A shadow-born whisper, the phrase itself feels like a seed of myth, half curse, half invocation, sprouting in the dark soil of secrecy. A living emblem of power and paradox… The serpent coils around the hidden flame, a covenant etched in shadows and bone, from silence it blooms, a forbidden crown.
An absolutely lovely comment. Thanks PAR.