Paleface – Paleface - Moloch (Whose Blood is Running Money, Whose Fingers Are Ten Armies)

Paleface – Moloch (Whose Blood is Running Money, Whose Fingers Are Ten Armies)

Intro

                            Moloch - whose blood is running money" 
"Moloch - whose fingers are ten armies"

Verse 1

                            What do you do when your sought? 
well, you hide - the Hell you died! 
L - i - e is how I spell you "lie" 
Paleface is here to tell you why 
the Land of the Brave became 
the Land of the Slaves 
a whole nation left to stand on the rails 
a freight train's coming and 
the Illuminati's weighing sand on the scales 
and if commandin 'em fails 
they safely land on the pails 
they're about to crucify the Christ 
you handin' em Nails!

Verse 2

                            You're not Five Star Generals, 
you're popcorn kernels 
AN 8 ON IT'S SIDE 
STANDS FOR ETERNAL 
the infernal nervousness 
of the internal service has 
reached unhealthy levels 
BETWEEN 87 AND 89 
„wait in line" 
"is the shady guy paid in time?" 
"are the kitchen people grading wine? 
rating and evaluating nine fine bottles of distorted arrogance of power? 
the dance of cowards 
he stands for hours 
just babblin' on 
endless strings of lexical morphemes 
"I am not a crook" 
"I did not have sexual relations 
with this women" and"read my lips" 
psychotic sadists 
heed my wish and lead my ships 
to distant locations to pillage villages 
while I feed my fish with welfare coupons 
"eat my ish" 
I refuse to leave the table until 
I've cleaned my dish and licked my plate 
politicians and industrial magnates 
that tricked my state 
have been kicked by fate 
my friends helped me up and they picked my crate guard dogs sicked my bait 
leaving me untouched 
suicide by multiple gunshots

Verse 3

                            Fascist States that drum louder 
"your Hasheesh tastes like Gun Powder!" 
Whenever high while in duty remember 
that the duty is in the high after all 
the beauty is in the eye of the bong holder 
oops... wrong folder 
I shall always stand guard 
at the stronghold of my beliefs 
I despise those who choose to ooze wealth 
I choose life over captivity 
and I choose health 
we need to use stealth 
to infiltrate the Industry 
and work our way in wavin' pom-poms 
like Moloch's cheerleaders 
annihiliating fear breeders 
dethroned rock city saints 
drown in millions of tear litres on these 
88 BLOODCLOT SQUARE-METERS 
hip-hop's Grim Reaper's 
battle hip-hop's Saint Peters 
as hip-hop's Pied Pipers 
fight hip-hop's gatekeepers

Verse 4

                            Meateater? Vegetarian? 
Bulgarian? Mixed breed or Aryan? 
Are they Libyan, Namibian or Caribbean? 
Underwater? Dryland or Amphibian? 
Overadvantaged european? 
Cornucopian or Ethiopian? 
"Some of us are more equal" 
the Unbalanced Distribution of Wealth - Part II sounds like a poor sequel 
I want conscious lyricism 
to reach the core people 
dog bless what the bald eagle called legal 
leading 275 million deceitful people 
with severe leasons in the brain 
trying to find reasons in the pain in vain 
unable to find cause 
nor effect in the suffering 
take heed and stay alert 
while I take this humble offering ... 
while I take this humble offering ... 
while I take this humble offering ...