about
An opus from Gramophones about the Freemasons, Illuminati and Luciferianism within Governments and the fight for goodness against them.
lyrics
YOUR NUMBER’S 322,
IT SUITS WHAT HIDES INSIDE OF YOU.
BUT YOUR FLESH ISN’T KIND,
IT’S WASTING AWAY IN TIME, LIKE MINE.
STILL YOU DRANK THE STAIL WINE.
IN A TOAST TO THE LIE, YOU BELIEVED WOULD MAKE YOU DIVINE.
YOUR PUPPET STRINGS ARE NOW PULLED AT THE TOP,
GIVING YOU ALL THE RIGHT PLANS TO PLOT.
TAKE THE LOOT, TAKE THE LAND, TAKE THE OIL. TAKE THE LOT.
YOU BEAT DOWN THE COLLAR MEN AND SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS.
BUT DID YOU CONNECT ALL THE DOTS?
OR DIDN’T YOU NOTICE, THERE’S A REASON CHAIR 13 IS STILL AN EMPTY SPOT.
WHAT’S YOUR NUMBER NOW?
IN THE MARK THAT THEY PUT OVER YOUR SWEATING BROW
HOW’D YOU STAND WITH NO SPINE?
HOW DOES YOUR FORKED TONGUES SPEAK IN RIDDLES AND RYHMES?
WHO’S THAT WHISPERING BEHIND THE LINES?
TO CONQUER AND DIVIDE WITH ANOTHER FALSE FLAG.
WHEN DID OUR LOVE OF TRUTH SLIP AND SUBSIDE?
WHEN YOU STOLE ALL OUR HOPE. TOOK THE ROPE.
WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU MADE GOD A JOKE
WHEN YOU REWARDED EVIL MEN
PUNISHED WOMEN AND CHILDREN
WHEN YOU OPPRESSED THE BEST
SHOWED A BARE BREAST ON YOUR CHEST
WHEN YOU SOLD MORALITY FOR GOLD
WORSHIPPED THE GOAT FOR AN EASY ROAD
WHEN YOU BURNED THE BILL OF RIGHTS
WHEN YOU CAUSED ALL THE FIGHTS
MURDERED BABY BLUE AND BABY LIFE
DID YOUR DEALS IN THE NIGHT
TURNED YOUR BACK ON THE ALMIGHTY
FOR THE ANGEL OF LIGHTS
My Father, forgive us, we call upon you.
Hope.
Give us hope.
My Father, forgive me, I plead to you.
Hope.
Give us hope.
My Father, forgive us, we call upon you.
Hope.
Give us hope.
credits
from
Workshy?,
released March 26, 2015
Michael Gibney: Vocals, guitars.
David Solomon: Bass.
Matt Weir: Drums.
Linley Hamilton: Trumpets.
Declan Legge: Producer.
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