WE ARE WEARY OF THEIR THEORY

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WE ARE WEARY OF THEIR THEORY

Their eyes glare as they stare
We are weary of their theory
They are scary
And as the truth surfaces
They become drape(ed) in fear  
Dreary drenched
This I see clearly

They are caught up in self repetition
They are so full of confusion
Total and mental derision
As they continue trying to make human decision
Through demon vision

Their only purpose here on this dirt
To use mankind contrary
Calling on their master plan
They never cease
Always trying to increase

They never cease to release the beasts in feast
They digress with no recess
In their manifested chest
Of evil abreast
They never care less

So welcome to the Terrordrome
Welcome to the Terrordrome
Welcome to the Terrordrome
Welcome

This !
Their modern Rome
This !
They call home
In elated deflation of past recognition
They are bellowing
As they blow

But under stress
We are mellowing

Listen !
Listen !
Listen !

They try to sing our song
Hear them !
As they try to sing our song

Listen !
Listen !
Listen !

LISTEN to the sounds of distant drums
Hear these sounds of drums
Listen to the sounds of your blackness
As their lies are shown
The truth is made known

So be weary
Be weary of their theory
Of what has been
And of what is to come
Hear the drums
Hear those distant drums
COME !
And listen to the sounds of your blackness
LISTEN !!