a Swiss chalet far away
Conspiracy
They plot away
In some secret mountain retreat
Nestled in the Swiss Alps
A chalet tended by deaf servants
To assure their secrets so remain
The plots they brew
Are made for me
To remain docile and full of fear
Until they vote to start another war
upon which to have their profits soar
They control the media
The so called press
Left or right
They keep me unclear
And riveted helpless by my fright
The money supply in dollars
Or francs are controlled by them
They own the banks
Corporations made in democratic deep shade
Have no heart for the slaves they have made
Ruthless beast that yearn for more
Money and power evermore
And then I awoke………….
This dream of hidden schemes
Was it only me inside
That is the corruption in my life
This secret cabal
Was the beliefs I’ve made
Without ever weighing what was true
Did I displace reason with outside intent
To escape my life as a lost event
So easy to blame a Swiss Chalet
For what I waste every day
