Come gather around, sheeple. Awaken from stoned, and admit that you Boomers have lost your way home…
[VERSE 2]
The marching charades and grey-haired parades be breeding more reliant, defiant of our laws in disgrace!
[VERSE 3]
No pause from the flaws in disrespecting our laws, nor proud in the loud of applause from this crowd!
[VERSE 4]
More Karens be sharing the holes in their hearts, ’cus Daddy left Mommy and tore home life apart!
[VERSE 5]
Come gather around, sheeple. Awaken from stoned, and admit that you Boomers have lost your way home…
[VERSE 6]
And the Betas degraded the value of men by examples of trampled, embracing gender’s pretends. As the blind leading blind has invested their time to refine what’s been corrupted inside of their minds! They’ll turn eyes of such blinded, defending unkindness, then trashing and bashing the National Guard!
[VERSE 7]
These marching disorders ’bout invasion of borders ain’t cause for what trembles for right to assemble! As old Yuppies and Hippies they’re singing old songs and chanting, recanting ’bout days ’t’were long gone! In shouting and spouting in misgiving behaves, aren’t ye just trying to tell stories ’bout glory’s old days?
[VERSE 8]
Come gather around, sheeple. Awaken from stoned, and admit that you Boomers have lost your way home…
[VERSE 9]
Does controlling the outcome of child’s new birth make a woman more worthy of life on this earth? And whose agendas befriended by switching a gender’s true name, or by making the women the losers when playing in games? Does deviant’s displays in rainbow waves obscure from where the rainbow came?
[VERSE 10]
[BRIDGE — DARK / BUILDING]
Thus in one more roll to accomplish goals, there’ll be a cost to selling soul! In echoed walking to and fro upon the earth where Satan roams, his whereabouts you’ll seldom know, Conscripting soul to down below!
[VERSE 11]
Come gather around, sheeple. Awaken from stoned, and admit that you Boomers have lost your way home…
[FINAL OUTRO — SLOW / REFLECTIVE]
One day at life’s end there’ll be an accounting, my friends, And it’ll be God who’s all knowing, confronting the crowing from those claiming to knowing! Oh, the times they are changing while your mind’s been rearranging. Now awaken from such derangement, shackled by web’s containment, For beliefs that give no peace, and closed your eyes while fast asleep!
