The World's Gone Crazy Lyrics

The world's going crazy, oh, plenty hearts turning cold

In every obstacle lies a chance to end it all

Put trust in the Holy Ghost that's the fire unquenchable

A spawn full of broken souls, trapped in bubbles, burst them all

The martyred Visionaries, The Saints, Concealed our History

Beguiled for Centuries, The Saints, The Kings, they supercede

The laws, the system based anomalies, blatant deceits

Deep forced repellency, for ordinaries, bring forth star seeds

Let me be honest, no matter what you try

This world's has lost it, it's an Anunnaki lie

Yeah, Indulgent is the one who reigns on high

Opened third eye, seen there's terror in the sky

No hesitation, step up you've gotta try

To change the world, well, it's an ancient fallen lie

Let me be honest, nobody wanna die

Within the tunnel maze radiates a light

The world's going crazy oh, plenty hearts turning cold

In every obstacle, lies a crown and there's a throne

Regressing a diamond throne

Once there was a crown of thorns

Seen ancient and fallen souls, gotta dodge

Body on the floor, check the pulse and go

You see it's bad man, been bad since way back

Squeezing triggers at anything dark, we flip at em'

All of our revolutionaries, exiled

A disembarkment of the whites from the blacks, Belfast

A glimpse of pompous segregational rush

'Grinning wickeds, confrontational glances, ah

They built divisions, compilations to a class

But self reflections from the mirror, not a glass, eh

The world's going crazy, oh

Plenty' hearts turning cold

In every obstacle's, hideout for heavy storms

Put trust in the Holy Ghost, that's the fire to burn em' all

A heat of the moment oh, don't speak out

They'll snatch your soul

How you shoot a man five times

When he's begging and pleading

Please spare my life I've got a family to feed

Notice me, no ammo and no artillery

Neck on your knee, this ain't no justice

They're on a killing spree

Disbelief, you're engulfed there in fear

Not metaphorically, like calypso

"He's dying officer"

"Visa please"

Till we appease,

Ain't there no peace for us, casually

Then it's more fallen saints

Fluorescence and blacked kings