Conspiracy 1

Dry land thirst to the highest order
Always across the border
Nightmares are saved on the recorder
There ain't no order, in this world
Little kids that should be laughing and smiling
Are suffering and buffering and toughening
Too young to be tough, and too young to be rough
Heh. They are separated and decorated
With guns and guns
And families with no funds
Tryna raise their kids
Father making bids
Then lost in abyss what?
Away from the family in jail
It's hell, the world out there it's hell
Like a jail cell
Not a single soul does well
Everybody's fell. uh
They be sinning, just to live
While the high be winning, not to give
It's a race to live, not to give
What's wrong with the world now? Ah yea
What's wrong with the world now?
What's wrong with the world now?

Conspiracy Against Supremacy
Gotta happen, right now