Gulf of Tonkin shadows, a phantom in the bay,
A manufactured pretext to drag us to the fray!
McNamara’s ledger, the resolution signed,
A decade in the jungle while the truth was left behind!
Syrian horizons, a chemical charade,
Independent whispers pierce the narrative they made!
They need a crisis, they need a spark!
To lead the fearful masses blindly through the dark!
Orchestrated chaos, a calculated sting,
To watch the bird of liberty lose a feathered wing!
FALSE FLAGS! MADE IN THE USA!
The ritual of deception, the price we have to pay!
FALSE FLAGS! THE DOCTRINE OF THE SHOCK!
The hand upon the trigger, the hand upon the lock!
They’re burning down the house just to sell you the key,
In the name of your security, they kill your liberty!
Check the Oklahoma rubble, check the 9/11 sky,
Architects and engineers are pointing to the lie!
Building Seven falling with a free-fall grace,
While the Patriot Act is staring in your face!
The Boston finish line, the Vegas desert sand,
Unanswered questions rising from a hollowed-out land!
Katrina’s water rising while the bias takes its hold,
A pandemic of the mandate where the future is controlled.
Gain-of-function secrets, the digital ID,
A war on every person who is seeking to be free!
FALSE FLAGS! MADE IN THE USA!
The ritual of deception, the price we have to pay!
FALSE FLAGS! THE DOCTRINE OF THE SHOCK!
The hand upon the trigger, the hand upon the lock!
“Declassify the motive. Question the event.
The shock is the weapon. Withdraw your consent.
Burn the flags.”