I see the smoke is shifting I see the veil is lifting And there's an itching in the providence. Where love is missing. Them looks are menacing No longer dosed on bogus medicine Feel like a veteran I'm wartorn stuck in these malevolant ages. These awakening stages Giving way to these nations Showing evident rages. Ive been flipping them pages Ancient knowledge in traces Prophresising the rising emancipation of races. Escaping them cages Through the smoke screen a place is Awaiting all awoken soldiers Beckon awakenings An fuck the 2012 therory its clearly Just another mind fuck and making you weary Just to keep you inferior But we,re the superiour Theyre hearing us That's why they like to try and strike the fear in us. But this is serious the smoke clouds clearing up And when it does that is the time to start cleaning up.