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The Mysterious "They"


Omnipotent

among other things 

The mysterious "they" 

is pulling the strings 

 

They've killed a man

No,  a thousand men 

They enjoyed it 

and they'll do it again

 

Privileged and plotting

and clever as well

They have contacts in congress

and connections in hell

 

Can't you feel them conspiring? 

Don't you see then too? 

Need a job, well they're hiring 

they'll contact you

 

Prolific

They're in every crack 

I stomp them down

but they always come back

 

They snap their fingers 

and you're gone on queue 

Remember, just because your paranoid

doesn't mean that they aren't after you.

 

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