The Plague

The problem with asking questions
Is there underneath all the tension
Is fear of the truth
It starts as a little protrusion
A manifestation of confusion
That's caused in spite of proof
The sweat's pouring off of your eyeballs
From thinking about your survival
And what's your next move
I know you want silence
I know you like guidance
Wondering what you want your song to be
It starts as a corruption
Causing a consumption
Call me when you come down from the plane
And the presidents pull their masks off
Catching drops as the money man drags off
Make-up covers up all the boils
From the time of the old Justinian
To the plains wiped clear of Indians
Empire requires blood, slaves and soil
I know you want silence
I'll never give you licence
Wondering what we want this song to be
It starts as an infection
Causing insurrection
Call me when you come down from the
Uncomfortable being outspoken
It's too late when chains are there choking
Off your resistance
No matter how fucked up the offering
You're not for sale, you're no one's property
No one owns you, loans you, sewns you
I know you want silence
But silence don't buy much
Wondering what you want your song to be
It starts as a consumption
Causing a corruption
Wondering what you want your song to be
I know you like silence
I know you like guidance
Wondering what you want your song to be
It starts as an injection
Causing insurrection
Call me when you come down from the plane