A Global Shift - Job For A Cowboy

I’ve come to an implausible conclusion

That I’m bathing my hands with a refreshment of poison

I’m indulging my thirstiness

With an infectious substance

For the bane of my existence is solely

Outlined to aid the breeding of ill and brainless

Lather, rinse, repeat

Gather, convince, deceit

A global shift has commenced

One gallon at a time

Turning the masses into walking malignancies

Imbecilic livestock with their numbers on the decline

A world is carved from blameless blood

Carving miles of trenches deep into the intellect of man

Carving miles of trenches deep into the intellect of man

Carving miles of trenches deep into the intellect of man

I’ve come to an implausible conclusion

That I’m bathing my hands with a refreshment of poison, of poison