There's bound to be
Terrorism
And schism

Thriving on in
droves
It'll be

Pilfered
Ripping
Ramshackle

Device rolling on
Through irrelevant walls
It's sad it's literal

Extortion of opinion
It's more political
So it goes right over my head


Who's the enemy?
Do one and one make three?

That's the question
It's right directly underneath our nose
Land scape overrun by tanks crash

through the dead meat
Panic stricken
Nay sayers

Got just what they paid for
And keep paying for
It's taken literal

The conquest for deception
Fear is subliminal
And it goes right into our heads


Who's the enemy?
Do one and one make three?

That's the question
That's right directly underneath our nose
Scape goat tattooed

devils take to the sky
the perpetual myths will not die
It's not debatable

When fact yields phantom fiction
It's $#&@ing pitiful
That it's drilled right into our heads

Does one and one make three?
That's the question
I wonder?

Who's the enemy