March To Global Enslavement - Job For A Cowboy

Epidemic once again uncovers its malignant crown in one instantaneous instant

A man made formula hatches out of its shell to inch closer to suppress the

living and breathing

The newborn are nurtured in a world of a dishonest master design

A layout constructed only for the purpose of dominance, authority and power

Born as slaves into bondage, born into a prison that they can’t distinguish

with smell or touch

In a world that’s been fallaciously influenced for decades

Where the ones who offer solution are secretively the core of this ongoing

problem

Architects of control build their herds of municipal infantry with inventions

of fear and panic

We all march quietly with open hands into global enslavement

Drown us, submerge our bodies in the ocean of manipulation