Join Us (Reality is Dead)
It's what's on the mind. That's what matters. With a clatter
Mine fell to pieces when I learned about 9/11 and now I'm a hatter.
Checked some Alex Jones, pocketed some Loose Change,
Brushed up on my physics with Steve Jones, now I'm deranged.
Immortal Technique and Mos Def found Bin Laden.
Ministry called the Lies and told me not to listen to
The mainstream and the underground are locked in battle:
The humans are fighting to convert the sheep and the cattle.
Join us, join us.
We're in the majority now, but the sheep still call us crazy
And they're right, that's what happens when you reassess your identity.
Like "Who Killed John O'Neill?" the question possesses us.
A couple dozen ways, that's how it splits us:
One says the false flag attack is a tactic of the past,
Another says those airborne cell phone calls could not have come to pass
And the hole in the Pentagon was obviously too small,
Yet others still worship America like an idol.
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We're the few and the proud, the individualistic thinkers.
We swallowed the lies hook line and sinker just like you
But shook ourselves loose when we saw
World Trade Seven come down at the speed of freefall:
Straight down onto its own footprint, believe it:
Controlled demolition and theatrical pyrotechnics,
And don't even get me started on 9/11 TV Fakery;
My brain got cooked at the conspiracy theory bakery.
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I'm a stark raving lunatic and what I do is irresponsible.
You know it and I know it, but unfortunately the asylum's full.
They shouldn't let people like me go around spewing nutty nonsense.
They should lock my ass up and torture it 'til my my ass repents.
If only we could silence all the dissenting voices
And give the voters even fewer identical choices
And put every living Muslim into concentration camps
Then America'd be safe, wave ya flag, we're the champs.
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There's no such thing as white evil or government-sponsored terror,
Unless of course they're black or brown or yellow or Arab.
Bullshit! (That's a show by Penn and Teller and that's fine
But even those irreverent hacks lack the balls to buck the inner party line.)
Shame! Shame! Shame on the complicit!
It's hard enough for the common man to even look at it,
The mountain of evidence, the subject of your neglect;
The avalanche of consequence to come I blame on your sect.
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9/11 is the bedrock of the modern American mind.
It's our national Genesis, the source of all space and crime.
The Twin Towers collapsed billions upon billions of times,
Erasing the past with no button that says "Rewind".
The truth is now that which appears with 9/11
In the same sentence. And three plus three is seven.
I saw a billboard for ice coffee that read,
"Hot is the new cold." Reality is dead.
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The 9/11 Commission Report has over 115
Lies and distortions - we licked that plate clean.
And the media's full of pussies and cowards and they just sit back
While the brave and the free seek truth and come under attack.
That's okay, we don't need 'em and they can't hurt us
Cuz we stick together as we investigate these murders
And we're happy to lose our grip on your so-called reality.
I suggest you inspect your definition of sanity.
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