Luyện nghe bài hát Pentagons And Pentagrams

A tide of blood
A of mystic light so consuming, shadows take a life of their own
But you won't see walk around, CFR, TLC
(Council on Foreign Relations, Commission)

A wave of order for the new is in store
A new world order for humanity to
Like those foretold centuries
Like a capital city laid out in denominations of

Like nominees for the presidency that belong to secret
And those who win are held like puppets, outranked by
on cosmic lore, so be our perceptions insecure
So of what we see and what we endure
We see no tie to the ancient world,

You think this by chance?
You really cannot to be this naive
You life happens by chance?
You really cannot to be this naive

You think war happens by
You cannot afford to be this naive
You think this happens by
You cannot afford to be this naive

When life, when life is what, when life is what dictate
You can run but you can't from the tide of illumination
So fuck off with your trivial talk radio
'Cause all politics argue on the shadow and not on the substance