Letras
On the edge of bolivion as thought are outnumbered
The world has succumbed to its big older brother
The poison's been planted the brain's been erased
No longer the choises to command our fate
The time has come to strengthen their control
To satisfy new rules the status quo
When dreaming the subconscious thoughts are awake
They're scheming and plotting for souls to dissuade
With furtive resistance the change to survive
The millions of puppets may come out alive