Publisher, Perish


Heil, myth and spite; read left to right
I'm just a number but that's what you think
But numbers don't lie, so true and for years
Now we think that's it's time
Conquer and divide
Seize the machines and get ready to die
Words on the page; fanning the flames
Their engines combust and our history's made
Packaged and praised, sent to the children with no questions raised
This general malaise
It's sneaking in our hearts this time we won't have strength to fight it out
And let's simply erase our days
The truth that died in olden times, the privileged all agreed upon a lie
Betrayed our trust, turned their backs on us
They don't want you to read and understand
The composition of their slight of hand
Because if we educate and infiltrate into
Their groups, and what will they be left to do
Sit back and stare and realize
The commoners; it's vile how they multiply
What new device can we utilize?
Analyze, to catalyze
To win their hearts and fake the facts
The less they know, the less they're likely to react
We've got them by the throats now, and they know it
The truth will be perceived by the way that we show it
And now, our future's facing allocation
No gods in modern education







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