Philip H. Anselmo & The Illegals - Walk Through Exits Only

There’s bound to be… Terrorism/and schism/thriving on in droves… It’ll be… Pilfered/ripping/ramshackle/device rolling on...Through irrelevant walls… It’s sad it’s literal…Extortion of opinion…It’s more political… So it goes… right/over/my/head… Who’s the enemy? Do one and one make three? That’s the question…It’s right/directly/underneath/our nose… Land/scape(s)/overrun/by tanks/ crash through the dead meat Panic/stricken/nay-sayers /got just what they paid for…And keep paying for… It’s taken literal…The conquest for deception… Fear is subliminal…And it goes… right/into/our/heads Who’s the enemy? Do one and one make three? That’s the question… That’s right/directly/underneath/our nose… Scape/goat/tattooed devils/take to the sky… the perpetual myths will not die… It’s not debatable… When fact yields phantom fiction… It’s fucking pitiful…That it’s drilled/right/into/our/heads… Does one and one make three? That’s the question…I wonder…? Who’s the enemy?