Know the Traitors, the Terrorists.
Smokey Rooms
Throughout history, plots have been laid
behind closed doors, in smokey rooms.
Control, control, control,
thats all thats in their heads.
For thousands of years, one purpose, one direction, one end.
Rule over all, no matter what it takes,
rule over all, no matter how long it takes.
They left their homes in Babylon,
to conquer lands and divide the world.
They created fear, a fear we never knew before.
In a world full of fear, fear from each other,
they`ll offer us protection with their military and armies,
but with their military and armies, they`ll go to war again
and centralize their power on all corners of the globe.
To fight for peace, for a peace we all once knew,
before they went to war.
They are not protecting us,
theyre protecting whats not theirs,
but man wont see it, its too cleverly disguised.
They will cover our eyes, with problems they created.
They will open our eyes, with answers we`ll believe.
Their purpose, their direction, once only known to themselves.
Wont come quickly, theyll meet again.
In those smokey rooms behind closed doors.
They`ll hand the plot, to generations yet to come.
The bloodline is thick so thick, they believe it will last foreever,
the plot goes on and on.
While we, mankind will die, with peace in our hearts
and leave relations, born and young,
to start anew, the life they choose.
For the bloodlines that rule, ruled by money and religion.
Won`t match us when we all unite,
our brothers, sisters around the world,
because love is divine and that is our weapon,
that no military or army can destroy.
We will look within our souls and change what they have done.
There will be no revolution
because what they have built will fall
and in our evolution we will build upon the old.
A world that`s fine for us.
No use, no more for smokey rooms,
so lock those doors foreever.
For we now know, the lessons that we learnt.
That control and rule must not exsist,
where love is to be found.