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9​/​11 Was an Inside Job

from Unreleased Songs by The Bilderberg Group

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9/11 Was an Inside Job

I don't remember when I realized
I'll never play pro ball
Somewheres around 25
My tenure had its fall
From grace, the laws
Of physics say
The tops to small
To go all the way
Through to the clay
90 plus stories down
But as sure as I gray
The more that I've found
What just doesn't sound
Like a viable story
I feel like a clown
Admitting that morning
I herd the warning
The memory's clear
The anger came storming
Jet fueled by fear
Embedded with tears
Forever then changed
While watching them sheer
The wings off my plane
The things they explain
Insult me at best
Bringing in blame
Replacing the chest
Protecting the rest
Of what makes me me
But I refuse to accept
Their conspiracy

So many years
So many more songs
Yet nothing appears
To be coming along
Everything's weird
Resistance is strong
Judged by my peers
My sentence is long
As I look to the mirror
Should I put down my bong
Have they geoengineered
The tweeds to be wrong
What truth is revered
By the eyes of a pawn
As they happily cheer
For some kids in a thong
These innocent fawns
Just waiting to hear
The ring from the gong
Like bambi's mom, dear
All who belong
To the top of the tier
I now have the kong
The Lord is right here
The Flys are like pong
The back and fourth steers
Creech against Chong
Weed verses beer
We'll reach the new dawn
We all wish we could cheer
Once's the one percents gone
What's wrong disappears

I'm done having arguments
When you know only lies
Like talking of apartments when
They're set up side by side
When you just close your eyes
Refuse to be corrected
Its like you're sitting on a ride
Where everyone's ejected
How do you just object it
When the facts are all sustained
Buy grands of sharp detectives
Stacked up to explain
Why every single plane
Remains a great big mystery
The goal's not seeking fame
But to shame the pigs fake history
Painted so vividly
By such a machine
Shakespeare's monkeys
Wrote God save the queen
The obvious scheme
Controlling the goy
Devours the dream
Like clergy do boys
It's urgent the coy
Realize our dirty pond's
Detergent is joy
Happiness bonds
The atoms in the bombs
Our knowledge should drop
Rejecting the con
A True pro doesn't stop

You want to talk about deception
You want to talk about a lesson
Never learned
You want to scoff at evidence and
Justify your aggression
At every turn
You want to build a better fence then
Nullify your amends as
Bridges burn
Don't you realize then we're fenced in
And all you volunteer henchmen
Get the worm

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from Unreleased Songs, released May 24, 2020
Lyrics/Vocals: Guy Williams, Jr.
Hook + Music Production: Charles S. Kuzmanovic

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The Bilderberg Group Detroit, Michigan

"When you can no longer find the music you like, make your own."

That is what Guy Williams, poet from Detroit Michigan and German based producer extraordinaire "Charles" S. Kuzmanovic decided to do. Both men were sick of the same old thing, heavy bass with nonsense lyrics, finding they were just "too old" to relate. TBG have this one thing on their mind: "smart" music that still "sounds cool". ... more

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