Conspiracy (4:59)

Twisting thoughts spin through my head,
Wishing I was dead.
Confused, annoyed, depressed…don’t know why.
Don’t even care.
Computer shot to shit…my money and my friends.
Let’s make a list, the list goes on and on.
No food, no money, no electricity.
This year of conspiracy is coming to me.

Life as we know, from a stand still…
Take a minute to embrace the past.
Take a number, and get in line…
You’re just sitting on the past.
Twisting thoughts spin through my head.
I don’t wanna end up dead.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Wherever you go, into the city.
You’ll just be a victim at his feet.

(Well take a name, branded with a number…
and if you take you will be on the floor.)
New World order…is not for me.

Nobody realized what’s going on.
Masters pull their strings like puppets.
And the echoes on the sands of another
fucking fundamental means.
You’re living from the bottom,
of a number tattooed to your head…
You’re looking at eternity.
New World order…is not for me.