Thy Symphony WTC (Win the Conspiracy) lyrics

Far from the spotlights there's a plan
A hidden power keeps the world in pain

They sow the seeds of death and fear
The killer food, the dirty economy

Royal blood
We are all lackeys
Gold and mud
In the serpent's kiss

Profit is the price of our death

The reptiles
The shadows of greed
Rotten wiles
Cradle of the needy

Food and money in their damned hands

The architects of our society

On a checkered board they play
Lords of the game
By repetition they confine the lambs
Rites of alienation

The soldiers obey
Pillars of arrogance hiding the truth from all

Banks and all media in their hands
The Politicians follow all their plans

Pretentious maggots playing God
The population reduction is their job

And the school
Mother of all lies
College rooms
Foolish replies

Many years distorting the truth

Illusion´s world
False Reality
Molded words
Dirty script

The science is well paid to sell some lies