The elite are roasting weenies
While they watch the EV's burn
Putting up more charging stations
All during this downturn
Elon Musk wears flame retardant's
On his Baphomet costume
Halloween is coming early
With his "loss of profits" doom
But still he'll figure out some way
To put a chip inside your head
As he tracks you with his satellites
Making phones irrelevant
All these hardware malefactors
Using software on your mind
Try to keep at a safe distance
As you hear the mortar grind
Falling towers, bricks of Babel
Watch it crashing down below
When it comes to our survival
Most so lost they'll never know
That they gave their full allegiance
With their blood and money too
All for those who have no interests
In the lives of me and you
But from somewhere 'neath the rubble
A flower can still grow
If we can see through the illusion
And then learn to let it go
The part you played to knock it over
Is the thing that you must see
Otherwise, you are the enemy
Of those wanting to be free
Falling towers, bricks of Babel
Time for us to tear them down
Without electric interference
Minds and bodies can stay sound
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