Fooling Us Badly with Psyops

To the tune of “Killing Me Softly with His Song”

Having their way through their scheming,

Through their diabolical plans.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

So opinions are based upon big lies.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

We get what we “know” from our “free press.”

It saturates our world.

We read, we watch, we listen,

As the falsehoods are unfurled.

We might see the oyster,

But we can’t see the pearl.

Having their way through their scheming,

Through their diabolical plans.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

So opinions are based upon big lies.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

They’ve honed their skills with practice.

It goes back many years.

They’re like a big-screen actress

Making phony tears.

Our peace is just their warfare

As they play on our fears.

Having their way through their scheming,

Through their diabolical plans.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

So opinions are based upon big lies.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

Oh, how well they knew us,

With skill beyond compare,

And they used that skill to screw us.

It’s enough to make you swear.

And they will just keep at it

Until we are aware.

Having their way through their scheming,

Through their diabolical plans.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

So opinions are based upon big lies.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

Fooling us badly with psyops.

David Martin

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