The Underground Machine

Oh you think you got God on your side
Time ticks while the pendulum swings
Fight the current of negativity

Pursuing vicious selfish needs
Separating us leaving poverty
Cast dispersions on their enemies

Tried to call the DEA
Oh they never call me back
Tried to call the FBI
The Case is dead on the tracks

PTSD with M16s
Molly's dancing to DJ kings and queens
Cameras watching everything

Executives mingle with excess
People staring at their screens
Wanna shut down everything

Called the IFI
Oh, they never call me back
Called the CIA
Oh, they never call me back

Looks like we are dead on the tracks
Seems to me we must bring love back

Called the NSA
Oh, they're always watching me
Calling out to you
We gotta bring love back