Conflict Management Songtext
von X-Cops

The flames of the meth-lab fire
Are my initiation pyre
Into
A higher degree
I arose without my skin
But with second sight within
Now it is
My eyes that see
Nazism, Communism, Capitalism
Created facade-like regimes


Don′t be scared
No, don't you dare
Your mind should never wander there
Larger than you can conceive
The New World Order
Has gotten old
Mental disorder
You′ve been sold
The New World Order
Aliens are our only hope

But don't forget to smoke their dope
We follow orders
We don't care
We, the
Police force
Nothing but a
Trojan Horse
Concealing
A much larger plan
In their secret


Vaulted rooms
They conspire
For your doom
Work of the unseen hand
With our
Mindless troops
Brain-washed, led
Hearded groups
The Earth
Will be our one land

Money, coin and printed notes
Not backed by gold, but with votes
Printed for supply, not demand
You are just their puppet
On their puppet strings
You programed consumer
Consume their product things
They are the controllers
They work behind the scenes
Where′s the opposition

When you own both teams?
POST
Conflict creates history!
Conflict creates history!
Conflict creates history!
Conflict creates history!