Bretton Woods

[Intro: Bread and Circuits]
I can't recall the faces of names but I
Manage to know where to place the blame
If I swallow something evil stick your
Fingers down my throat
If I swallow something evil stick your
Fingers down my throat
Shattered hearts and broken hands
All part of the plan all part of their plan

[Verse 1: Mike Kirsch]
The art of war behind closed doors
Bretton Woods, 1944
To liberalize the flow of lies
And white noise information
Their contingency, I believe
To bleed us like economies
We failed to realize, the devils internalized
The occupation

[Chorus 1: Bread and Circuits]
If I swallow something evil stick your
Fingers down my throat
If I swallow something evil stick your
Fingers down my throat
I can't recall the faces of names but I
Manage to know where to place the blame

[Verse 2: Mike Kirsch]
Their vast array of weaponry
Deployment or diplomacy
The trilateral pillars of
International financial killers
Their brutality, I concede, tempered
With cool efficiency for sarin gas and
Shot gun blasts leave imprecise incisions
To disloate the act from our actions
The careful hands of death's technicians

[Bridge: Bread and Circuits]
Pixilate the debate
Replicate our lives, a facsimile
Such a horribly beautiful rendition
Their alien tongue rolls off our lips
Like bits of binary code
We failed to recognize, the devils
Digitized the conversation

[Chorus 2: Bread and Circuits]
If I swallow something evil stick your
Fingers down my throat
If I swallow something evil stick your
Fingers down my throat
Shattered hearts and broken hands
All part of the plan all part of their plans