The weak imposters, talking about javelins and stingers, not considering the death they endorse. Their podiums and prompters are disappearing, they will be run off. But they don't know peace, they will attach their doom to others, they are heartless, soulless, and brainless. Hooked up, hooked on, and hooked out. Caught.
It's called the Declaration Of Independence for a reason. Apart from authority, apart from royalty, apart from conformity. Leave us alone to live and to die, we'll get by fine without you. Cut the tax, Jacks, you don't own us. Truth be known, we just ignore old uncle Sam, he blabbers and points fingers with his dumb hat and goofy scowl.
We'll get to the whole truth, beyond speculation, beyond a reasonable doubt. It'll involve money and death and other details, it almost always does. Dark is no match for light. We've been sold out, inflation is pure math. The crooks must go down.