The Great Conspiracy

Do not listen to me for I am a conspiracist, and my words are not true
The things I say are not meant for you
I grab my tin foil hat and go rat-tat-tat
I tell them how, things are now, and spill the secrets of a hidden vow
I speak the truth for those who listen, yet no one ever hears
For speaking truth is speaking fears
The world is ending and anthrax in the mail that's sending
The Jews are running the banks and the military blowing blanks
Our vaccines have led and a man rose from the dead
But don’t listen to me, I am a mystery, a conspiracy, a hoax
I speak the lies that coax, men to lay and women to lie
Yet still no one ever hears, for speaking truth is speaking fears
It's not my job for them to understand, or I may be hit by the holy hand
So I wear my tin foil hat and spread the lie of a religious rat
But tin foil will never block sight of a gargoyle
For they are watching me and watching you
Not quite the Man up above but the men just below
Now hurry with my words, for they have found me
The greatest conspiracy…