Pentagons And Pentagrams Lyrics - Singles - Burnt By The Sun

A tide of blue blood 

A tide of mystic light so consuming, shadows take a life of their own 

But you won't see them walk around, CFR, TLC 

(Council on Foreign Relations, Tri-Lateral Commission) 

A wave of order for the new world is in store 

A new world order for humanity to deplore 

Like those foretold centuries before 

Like a capital city laid out in denominations of thirteen 

Like nominees for the presidency that belong to secret societies 

And those who win are held like puppets, outranked by banks 

Founded on cosmic lore, so be our perceptions insecure 

So sure of what we see and what we endure 

We see no tie to the ancient world, none 

You think this happens by chance? 

You really cannot afford to be this naive 

You think life happens by chance? 

You really cannot afford to be this naive 

You think war happens by chance 

You really cannot afford to be this naive 

You think this happens by chance? 

You really cannot afford to be this naive 

When life, when life is what, when life is what they dictate 

You can run but you can't hide from the tide of illumination 

So fuck off with your trivial talk radio shows 

'Cause all your politics argue on the shadow and not on the substance