TWENTY one million people dead, Is it real or in my head,
A million souls call out to me, A chorus from across the sea,
Who will stand and speak the truth, cast out the lies and show the proof,
A million souls call out to me, a chorus from across the deep blue sea,
Psychopaths with too much cash, preparing for the summer bash,
The more the pain the more the gain, How could they do things so profane,
And all the little minions, enabling those big buffoons,
Black and white don’t make it right, We’re all fighting poltergeists,
Slowly, slowly catchy mouse, never bet against the house,
A new law here, a new law there, soon they’ll have your cupboards bare,
Countries crushed with sticks and stones, And here u come to pick the bones,
And everyone will cry and say, I love my demons, here to save the day.
And you’ll never ever ever know, how the darkness it took me, so low,
And you’ll never ever ever see, how the light it affected, my soul,
Waiting for the final days, when all the bullshit’s wiped away,
Resplendent in the morning sun, the truth and nothing else,
The truth and nothing else, the truth and nothing else