Silence covers me like a shroud
I part the blinds and I look around
I'm searching for some kind of movement
That could mean the end

They trace my calls and hear my plans
All information - theirs to command
Falling like a net that covers me
The grip of the Illuminati

It's a desperate situation
No cop or weapon can protect
They want me dead
To conceal their secret sect

The minions of the black pope
Obey his every word
Through the Masonic halls
Echo rituals and rites obscure

With dread I face the possibility
Of those who came before
I want out having reached the 33rd degree
Danger to life by vanishing
Erased by the Illuminati

They trace my calls and hear my plans
All information - theirs to command
They want me dead
Erased by the Illuminati

Shriners, mafia, the south american nazis
From the OTO, the CIA, the FBI and the K of C
Knights of Malta, Vatican loyalty
To the goat's head at 1600 Pennsylvania