Bread And Circus
Don't build your house on Ruby Ridge
Don't ask if the election's rigged
Don't listen to the cries from the burning witch
Don't measure out the crop circles
Don't chase the trail of chemicals
Don't scale the shifting magnetic poles
Or tally up the Tuskegee death toll
Don't count the kids at the cobalt mines
Don't research the birth rate decline
Don't worry about who the Cartel pays in bribes
Don't tune into the dog whistle
Don't track the stolen missiles
Don't test Hollywood for adrenochrome
Or study Balencigia's photos
Well there is hole that we are all falling in
Like frightened, little, white rabbits
The wolves are howling for blood again
As we hide deep within our dens
Just waiting for those teeth to sink in
Don't reconcile the bank bailouts
Don't question how the virus got out
Don't challenge what the censors don't allow
Don't search the remains for thermite
Don't demand justice for those war crimes
Don't turn your clocks back to the phantom time
Or dig where the Tartarian mud has dried
Out of our holes we are all climbing
Like brave, little, white rabbits
Let the wolves howl, we are not listening
With our eyes so wide open
For the times are changing
Don't ask if the election's rigged
Don't listen to the cries from the burning witch
Don't measure out the crop circles
Don't chase the trail of chemicals
Don't scale the shifting magnetic poles
Or tally up the Tuskegee death toll
Don't count the kids at the cobalt mines
Don't research the birth rate decline
Don't worry about who the Cartel pays in bribes
Don't tune into the dog whistle
Don't track the stolen missiles
Don't test Hollywood for adrenochrome
Or study Balencigia's photos
Well there is hole that we are all falling in
Like frightened, little, white rabbits
The wolves are howling for blood again
As we hide deep within our dens
Just waiting for those teeth to sink in
Don't reconcile the bank bailouts
Don't question how the virus got out
Don't challenge what the censors don't allow
Don't search the remains for thermite
Don't demand justice for those war crimes
Don't turn your clocks back to the phantom time
Or dig where the Tartarian mud has dried
Out of our holes we are all climbing
Like brave, little, white rabbits
Let the wolves howl, we are not listening
With our eyes so wide open
For the times are changing
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Writer(s): Garrett Hawkins
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