Come for the ride
I toasted my computer making this video. I am currently posting this from a Linux computer. I won’t be able to do much in the next while.
Many are the brainwashed, many are the sheep
Many are the zombies, many are asleep
Their socialist traditions are full of conceit
Their detestable religion of Marxism is on the creep
It attacks the brain like an antichrist parasite
It hides in the mind of the host; it has won the fight
Yes, the devil is in the details of the dialectic
darkness fills their soul; they are helpless, so pathetic
Many bow to the system; they will bow to the Beast
Many will take the Mark of their great high priest
Their spiritual contagion is full of deceit
They love their wicked ways, what they sow they will reap
It’s a mind virus, it holds them captive in its chains
Dawn of the living dead; they embrace their sin and stains
They adore the Image of the Beast in their romance
Nanobots flooding their veins; they are in a trance
Come for the ride, the world’s getting hazy
You cannot hide, the herd’s getting crazy
You must fight, be strong and steady
As prophesied, it’s going to get deadly
False peace, a rider on a white horse
Violence, a rider on a red horse
Famine, a rider on a black horse
Death and hell, riding on a pale horse
Come for the ride
I toasted my computer making this video. I am currently posting this from a Linux computer. I won’t be able to do much in the next while.
Many are the brainwashed, many are the sheep
Many are the zombies, many are asleep
Their socialist traditions are full of conceit
Their detestable religion of Marxism is on the creep
It attacks the brain like an antichrist parasite
It hides in the mind of the host; it has won the fight
Yes, the devil is in the details of the dialectic
darkness fills their soul; they are helpless, so pathetic
Many bow to the system; they will bow to the Beast
Many will take the Mark of their great high priest
Their spiritual contagion is full of deceit
They love their wicked ways, what they sow they will reap
It’s a mind virus, it holds them captive in its chains
Dawn of the living dead; they embrace their sin and stains
They adore the Image of the Beast in their romance
Nanobots flooding their veins; they are in a trance
Come for the ride, the world’s getting hazy
You cannot hide, the herd’s getting crazy
You must fight, be strong and steady
As prophesied, it’s going to get deadly
False peace, a rider on a white horse
Violence, a rider on a red horse
Famine, a rider on a black horse
Death and hell, riding on a pale horse