Molotov Solution

When the lines blur and the colors fade, give ear to the earth shaking serenade.
You can feel your fragile brain decay, an unjust sentence to all who would disobey.
This is a fucking dissolution of false day.
We are all that is left of lesser race.
Just like a rampant plague, your power we’ll decay, and bring forth the end of your ascendancy.
If you aren’t a part of the solution, then you’re a part of the problem.
Your sheltered seclusion, helpless, force fed pollution.
Your strength will falter.
America the beautiful, America the brave, an illusion, a prison, a nation betrayed.
The skies will tremble and the earth will shake, foundations will crumble when the HAARP is played.
This is a fucking dissolution of false day.
We are all that is left of lesser race.
And like a rampant plague, we’ll bring forth the end of your ascendancy.
The New World Order has a plan to keep you and I sheltered and afraid.