Capital

God is the word, they want it out of sticks and stones so they can burn it If power is the word I'm suggesting be concerned with those who learn it They'll sell you hell to scratch the surface Of the knowledge and it's purpose In denial of the fruit that the serpent never heard of There is no heaven And I'm lying in the hope that you don't get in The tainted mind is a weapon that doesnt take three days to purchase The truth is in your wisdom teeth, they cut it out, so they're the thieves as you stare in disbelief of the number on that sheet, whoever heard of this? Late stage capitalism is a system built to reinforce the fascist They're making laws out of the precise ways they like to roll the dice America, It's all in Las Vegas every night They want us to use our inside voices while we sling venom in the face of the shouters As they spit in the face of the divine whose name alone supplies their power Implies it's 'ours' And Saturn can devour its seed over and over In the shape of a headless ouroboros