Nu World Order

A bitter man can be a real violent son of a bitch All my violent thoughts find their way to the surface Unspeakable violence with no repercussions you all got me fucked up Reap what you sow you lied your way to the top and sold your soul A world of misery You know they’ve got you right where they want you Nailed down in the palm of their hands You’re all wrapped around their crooked fingers You continue to deliver And they continue to linger The world is crooked We'rе puppets on a string No matter how hard we try All thе good ones still die They've all gotten to their heads The hate and resentment Your idols, sold everything for the wrong price Bend them 'til they break If there's a will there's a way There's only so much that a person can take (These “quiet men” do not “raise their voices”) (They are the focus of evil in the modern world) So long my blood runs inside my veins I will expose everyone and everything Your idols and your prophets They do it for the profit They’re bitter from all of their choices And the little that they make off it They're starting to get suspicious From obvious signs of something malicious Survival mode makes a human vicious I've witnessed the greatest So careless and shameless

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 20, 2026