BREAD AND CIRCUITS LYRICS

"Bretton Woods"

The art of war behind closed doors
Bretton Woods, 1944
To liberalize the flow of lies
And white noise information
Their contingency, I believe
To bleed us like economies
We failed to realize, the devils internalized
The occupation

If I swallow something evil stick your
Fingers down my throat
I can't recall the faces of names but I
Manage to know where to place the blame

Their vast array of weaponry
Deployment or diplomacy
The trilateral pillars of
International financial killers.
Their brutality, I concede, tempered
With cool efficiency for sarin gas and
Shot gun blasts leave imprecise incisions
To disloate the act from our actions
The careful hands of death's technicians

Pixilate the debate,
Replicate our lives, a facsimile
Such a horribly beautiful rendition
Their alien tongue rolls off our lips
Like bits of binary code
We failed to recognize, the devils
Digitized the conversation.

If I swallow something evil stick your
Fingers down my throat
Shattered hearts and broken hands
All part of the plan all part of their plans

Thanks to Peterpunk for these lyrics

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