I pick up the pen and let it swing like a pendulum

And start to channel these reflections in my head again

I wonder if they know their history to get it

By the time i reach the end of this you're gonna feel the sentiment

This colony is sick, corrupted since the settlement

We've come a couple centuries and its stuck within its negligence

Its been a minute they've been covering the evidence

And swept it underneath but now we're coming for the rest of it

So just imagine what this government's invested in

The governor's protected while they're running their experiments

Need to see this parliament gutted and dismembered

When the people want no part of it but suffer in benevolence

The power structures are still hustling their memberships

The room is silent but i fucking see the elephants

The closet's open, need to clear the dust away

And put 'em on display like they did to indigenous skeletons

It still is relevant, I'm stepping it up

My pen has been tucked but fuck it now I'm letting it buck

When these people got me praying to the heavens above

Because i see em losing faith but in the devil they trust

Institutions are connected at the depths of the crux

And their perspective is embedded disconnected from love

From convicts that built the prisons to be sent by the judge

And the freemasons built the churches when it gets to the crunch

But ive come to think this justice system never was just

Its just run by some deviants all infested with lust

A bunch of embezzling cunts that should be leveled to dust

But still they pimp the population that are left with the crust

Is it ever enough? when will it ever be done

Its more incriminating than a friendly letter from trump

When the fines that you pay fund the lives of pedophile grubs

Hiding and sitting inside of a private gentlemen's club

They, put their point of views up on a pedestal and then accept it

To get their definition of credible next elected

Politicians benefitting on medical levels get it

Call it illicit but it's legal if it can get em credit

Invent the laws but then they bend em as leverage

Manufacturing the drugs but never getting a sentence

They grew the opiates to market them and fed us all meds

And invented the steps that ended in a fentanyl epidemic

You bet i said it on record i promise that ill never neck it

Never give up questioning their merit or decrepit methods

Reject the senate, try rebelling and youre left a zealot

Then to dread it

Settle for the debt that you then inherit

Get it? check the layers of the skin thats shedding

But the snake is never really dead until the prick's beheaded

And ive been idling just chilling with the engine revving

Better get that petty ready fill this cunt up with unleaded

'cause i don't need no secret files to see they're compromising

Idolizing leaders that indecently demoralize 'em

And they monopolise attention, then they optimise it

Monetize the tension in their head and then disqualify them

And i guess in time, we'll see them all apologizing

Flogging dead horses but of course they all still wanna ride 'em

They objectify the children then personify them

Send the kids to detention, eventually they'll colonise 'em

Now i find there's no denying we're blaming em

Keep us busy watching footy while we fight for a stadium

Too distracted with the cost of living life that is draining em

Too illiterate to read between the lines that we're waiting in

So, can you go and tell me why society's caving in

When they play with the beast not realizing they're waking him

Dangle carrots, planting seeds deep inside of your cranium

While this government is quietly supplying uranium.. (ARGHH)

Im just waking up, been sleeping for a season

And im trying to walk the path instead of feeding off the demons

But i see the people screaming for their peace while they been weeping

And im grieving for their freedom while the beatings are repeating, lord!

And im a gubba but believe me when im speaking

If you disrespect the mob well then you'll see em in the dreaming

I feel the spirit moving i dont even need a reason

But to speak the truth that's deep beneath the secrets they been keeping

'cause the worlds a small place when you're invested in sin

Six degrees of separation all connect to the king

Its the pattern recognition not forgetting a thing

'cause when they cover up the answers, all the questions begin

And we can see the prime minister's hat left in the ring

But i guess it ain't over till the fat president sings

When you run the human race while expecting to win

So i guess we'll wait and watch it as the penudulum swings