Conspiracy / Only On My Mind

A nightmare of western imperialism.

Conspiracy / Only On My Mind

Venture beyond the border,
establish the new world order;
we came, and brought a new regime.
Oh yeah, we came, and bought our own regime.

Profits, the plunders of war, now,
no letting the old world order prevail,
in the new domain. The free domain,
our legitimate claim.

Elsewhere the same old story,
stealing to keep Old Glory,
we came, and killed those in our way.
No god can save, those we kill in his name.

Arms merchants protect the freedom
of slave markets in third world regions we own,
and send the profits home.
Third worlders own, freedom to do as told.

Oh, what can be done,
in the face of a gun?
Blood on our hands,
blood on our hands;
on my mind now.

Dissidents slain; investors gain.

Back home, sanctioned diversion,
serves the official version we're told;
the story's getting old.
Official truth; we seldom ask for proof.

We wonder what to do,
but in our solitude we find,
it's only on our mind.
But now we find, it's only on our mind.

If we could just break free from
isolation to unity we might find
that we could change our minds.
Maybe we'd see strength in diversity.
Power to shape, our destinies create.

But now I find,
it's only on my mind.
But now I find,
it's only on my mind.
Yeah, now I find,
it's only on my mind.

© Mark Gregory Petrie / Mystic Dream Merchants Publishing / ASCAP