If people were, in reality, motivated by irrational forces, then what was needed was control by the elites to manage what he called the bewildered herd. And this could be accomplished by using psychological techniques to control the unconscious desires of the masses

[Verse 1]
Yea
Caution: I'm caught in time between this calm of mine
And a chronic high that's got my two lips two hits from being cauterized
Floride got my mouth cotton dry
I wanna believe it, so I cross the line before I cross an eye just to see it
Lord Jesus, if I cough and die in the cross fires
Let planet Earth be where my coffin lies
Just plant me in a Gotham-sized hole
And let the crows pick at my skull until my pose is Gothic like
When the helicopter's fly be it one with where the possums lie
Until that thermal skin confirms you not alive
Yea, the cost will rise, but it's not monetized
It's optimized to succeed where other prophets try
There's more than these teeth that are on a constant grind
There is so much more to see, please don't crop the sides
There's so much shoved in our face, we can't help but compromise
Throw up a little on our plate then go back for a larger size

[Hook]
It's sheer pandemonium
People turn sheep and it ain't clear on who's controlling them
(But just know) You'll never be alone again
(Just know) We'll never be alone again
It's sheer pandemonium
Satellites in the sky, it ain't clear on who's controlling them
(But just know) You'll never be alone again
(Just know) We'll never be alone again
[Bridge]
Old wive's tales, yea, Montague verse Capulet
No dry spells, uh, arm full of nano-tech
Sky full of entrails, mother earth needs an ambulance
We utter words to pin tails, we killers of the alphabet
(It goes)
Old wive's tales, yea, Montague verse Capulet
No dry spells, uh, arm full of nano-tech
Sky full of entrails, mother earth needs an ambulance
We utter words to pin tails, we killers of the alphabet

[Verse 2]
Dug myself a hole and I'm tryna climb out of it
But bet I'll be under the moon full before the country's out of debt
If I gotta pay that toll, I'll extent my hand, tell baby to powder it
And smack flames out of any last name that's counterfeit
You acting like them zeros and ones now exist
That's why when they said go to the bank and zero your funds I was down for it
Shit, I'll turn base metals into gold, I'm an alchemist
I'll turn bass and treble into records sold like The Alchemist
This golden calf is now a golden cow who's mad that it's
Playing chicken with the system, what's more foul than this? (Duck)
Coming down the block man, loud as shit
You could swear World War IV was inside the trunk
Typo, powers shift horizontally
Us and the come-up, to them that's an anomaly
But to me that's a common need
So before they subconsciously divide and conquer me
I'll remove my hypothalamus so I can't feel a fucking thing
[Hook]
It's sheer pandemonium
People turn sheep and it ain't clear on who's controlling them
(But just know) You'll never be alone again
(Just know) We'll never be alone again
It's sheer pandemonium
Satellites in the sky, it ain't clear on who's controlling them
(But just know) You'll never be alone again
(Just know) We'll never be alone again

[Bridge]
Old wive's tales, yea, Montague verse Capulet
No dry spells, uh, arm full of nano-tech
Sky full of entrails, mother earth needs an ambulance
We utter words to pin tails, we killers of the alphabet

[Outro: Illmaculate]
So it goes. They clung to their laws, their false ideas of justice, of security, of order, of freedom. Mere illusions. What can be said of their laws? Law is their instrument to implement their justice. Their justice? Nothing more than the monopoly of violence. Look around you. An atmosphere of desperation and fear is manufactured so they could sell you their security and call that order. Their idea of freedom? Nothing more than a brand, a corporate sponsor that we wear on our sleeve and blindly support their endeavors of acquisition. One's body need not be shackled to be enslaved. We've traded our chains for the bondage of mind and conscience. They concern themselves not with the law of God, as I concern myself not with the petty laws of foul men
(We'll never be alone again)

[Sample from Killing Them Softly]
I'm living in America and in America you're on your own. America's not a country, it's just a business. Now fucking pay me