RareForm
Bluelight Crew
Right before your eyes
Advancing, quietly unseen
For a micro chip population
If it's not an act of god
It's a conspiracy
Like russian dolls
One inside another
Manipulating and illuminating
Pulling strings, changing scenes
Skull and bones
Deluging the throne
Barbarian time
Within the tomb
Hook them and
Drink from the cup
Of a dry society
Such connubial bliss
For that old carvey schtick
Don't pat my back
Don't ignite my wick
This is vicious, a lurid picture
Of these blatant acts
In the shadows
In the shadows
A global spider spinning a web
Diffusing what's in our heads
Pull the strings
Of an american war machine
Build her bare
Build her bare
You have the gold
You make the rules
Vast wings, things
Perpetuate this society
Advancing, quietly unseen
For a micro chip population
If it's not an act of god
It's a conspiracy
Like russian dolls
One inside another
Manipulating and illuminating
Pulling strings, changing scenes
Skull and bones
Deluging the throne
Barbarian time
Within the tomb
Hook them and
Drink from the cup
Of a dry society
Such connubial bliss
For that old carvey schtick
Don't pat my back
Don't ignite my wick
This is vicious, a lurid picture
Of these blatant acts
In the shadows
In the shadows
A global spider spinning a web
Diffusing what's in our heads
Pull the strings
Of an american war machine
Build her bare
Build her bare
You have the gold
You make the rules
Vast wings, things
Perpetuate this society

