Bretton Woods (Lyrics)

The art of war behind closed doors Bretton Woods, 1944 To liberalize the flow of lies And white noise information Their contingency, I believe To bleed us like economies We failed to realize, the devils internalized The occupation If I swallow something evil stick your Fingers down my throat I can't recall the faces of names but I Manage to know where to place the blame Their vast array of weaponry Deployment or diplomacy The trilateral pillars of International financial killers. Their brutality, I concede, tempered With cool efficiency for sarin gas and Shot gun blasts leave imprecise incisions To disloate the act from our actions The careful hands of death's technicians Pixilate the debate, Replicate our lives, a facsimile Such a horribly beautiful rendition Their alien tongue rolls off our lips Like bits of binary code We failed to recognize, the devils Digitized the conversation. If I swallow something evil stick your Fingers down my throat Shattered hearts and broken hands All part of the plan all part of their plans