Discards – Riddle Mes


Riddle me: this is God’s plan? This is divine!?
Riddle me: put to sleep hopelessly hypnotised.
Riddle me: worked to death-diggin’ our/t early graves.
Riddle me: ignorance is strength insanity!
Riddle me: we have kill to save a life?
Riddle me: war is peace an’ free speech ain’t free!
Riddle me: fast asleep hopelessly hypnotised.
Riddle me: no hear, no see ‘n’ our free speech ain’t free!
Riddle me: fast asleep an’ hypnotised.
Riddle me: it’s plain to see that free speech ain’t free!
Riddle me: free speech is banned but it’s plain to see,
Riddle me: taxed to death diggin’ early graves.
Riddle me: nothin’ new jus’ the same old same.
Riddle me: M.I.C. spreadin’ peace an’ love.
Riddle me: carpet bombin’ peace an’ love.
Riddle me: monopolies hoardin’ untaxed gains.
Riddle me: claim you’re woke but you’re hypnotised.
Riddle me: invade the world but neglect our shores.
Riddle me: and God looks on ‘cos this is divine?
Riddle me: talkin’ heads the State’s loud mouth liars.
Riddle me: sold their souls to preach to the choir.
Riddle me: pour on the petrol we’ll fight fire with fire.
Riddle me: invade the world but tear down our walls.
Riddle me: genocide now a noble cause?
Riddle me: year in, year out, gotya hypnotised.
Riddle me: year after year, you’re hypnotised.
Riddle me: think you’re awake but you’re hypnotised.
Riddle me: plugged-in asleep hypnotised.
Riddle me: are you asleep/awake or hypnotised?
Riddle me: monopolies hoardin’ tax-free gains.
Riddle me: they pour on petrol we fight fire with fire.
Riddle me: they’ll reap the whirlwind fightin’ fire with fire.
Riddle me: follow the money those above the law.
Riddle me: trapped and wrapped in their nightmare lies.
Riddle me: pourin’ fuel on the funeral pyre.
Riddle me: ain’t that the truth it’s plain to see,
Riddle me: pourin’ fuel on their master’s x
Riddle me: reap the whirlwind fightin’ fire with fire.
Riddle me: presstitutes/talkin’ heads are the State’s cheap/dumb liars.
Riddle me: those who see see thru their repertoire.
Riddle me: can’t believe you believe their lies.
Riddle me: sick ‘n’ tired of their-in-your-face-lies.
Riddle me: printin’ money for untold wealth?
Riddle me: x…x blieve their own lies.
Riddle me: sick ‘n’ tired of their lame old lies.
Riddle me: control an’ fear is their repertoire.
Riddle me: mainstream news preachin’ to the choir.
Riddle me: thinkers outcast: branded liars.
Riddle me: nothin’ new in their repertoire.
Riddle me: doomed to repeat our sordid past.
Riddle me: call it fate or religious caste?
Riddle me: break our chains and unleash our wrath.
Riddle me: last hoorah or last dying gasp?
Riddle me: one law for them an’ one for you.
Riddle me: riddle me if that ain’t the truth.
Riddle me: Politicians in the pocket of lucre
Riddle me: the root of evil is chasin’ moolah!
Riddle me: all hail their God Lucifer!
Riddle me: nothin’s changed in their repertoire.
Riddle me: there’s no diff’rence ‘tween red ‘n’ blue?
Riddle me: white genocide now a noble cause.
Riddle me: is it truth if it’s in the news?
Riddle me: free thinker or parrotin’ views.
Riddle me: banning speech is democracy.
Riddle me: the future’s found in an age old book.
Riddle me: One law for them an’ one for us.
Riddle me: Bankers profess to do God’s work.
Riddle me: Life is fine in the circle jerk.
Riddle me: One big club and we’re not in it!
Riddle me: workless week, holidays on Mars?
Riddle me: where the fuck’s MY flyin’ car?
Riddle me: truthers outcast branded as liars.
Riddle me: sick ‘n’ tired of the same old lies.
Riddle me: nothin’ new always same old same.
Riddle me: printin’ money but we’re all poor!
Riddle me: trickle down? I ain’t so sure.
Riddle me: central banks printin’ untold wealth?
Riddle me: “the dream”‘s possible “if you try”.
Riddle me: what’s the diff’rence ‘tween red ‘n’ blue?
Riddle me: peddle lies as they choke the truth.
Riddle me: all I’ve got is this Avatar!
Riddle me: genocide all for a good cause.
Riddle me: doomed to do as we did in the past.
Riddle me: neither fate nor religious caste?
Riddle me: fuck ’em all these – psychopaths!
Riddle me: too far gone down the garden path!
Riddle me: scuppered plans to Gods thund’rous laugh.
Riddle me: fame ‘n’ riches for mass-murderers
Riddle me: corp’rates hoardin’ untaxed gains.
Riddle me: makin’ plans as benign Gods laugh?
Riddle me: already led down the garden path!
Riddle me: x x x x x an’ who made who?
Riddle me: mass-murderin’ for a noble cause?
Riddle me: do unto them as they unto you?
Riddle me: ghetto kids starvin’ ev’ry day!
Riddle me: break your heart but the same old same.
Riddle me: first world leaders print untold wealth
Riddle me: sangreal but shit for brains!
Riddle me: what’s the diff’rence ‘tween them ‘n’ us?
Riddle me: upper class ‘n’ treasonous!
Riddle me: hollow souls ‘n’ treasonous!
Riddle me: model sheep ‘n’ treasonous!
Riddle me: who believes it’s for a “good” cause?
Riddle me: doomed to repeat our sad failed past?
Riddle me: can’t you hear your God’s last laugh?
Riddle me: where were you on those lonely nights?
Riddle me: left me out to harsh words ‘n’ scorn.
Riddle me: where were you those lonely nights?
Riddle me: left me out to harsh words ‘n’ scorn.
Riddle me: Feel it in the air tonight.
Riddle me: I was cold ‘n’ you were warm
harsh words ‘n’ savage scorn buildin’ up a perfect storm.


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