Letras:Peter Von Poehl. Going To Where The Tea-Trees Are. Global Conspiracy.

A red line drawn upon the scene
Indifference echoing through the screen
Blinded by profanity it's a sin

A gun shot is heard but no-one sees
Using a veil for immunity
Deception used by numbers out of greed

You believe that you can see
That the humans are not really free
A global conspiracy
The same as you and me

The ink that shed the legacy
Underlying disloyalty
Self aware residual to me

The once so noble families
They know how to process viciously
Accuse each other and you'll go free

The contract of your dignity
Underlying disloyalty
They are coming and they're tainted with diseass

You believe that you can see
That the humans are not really free
A global conspiracy a bit like you and me