Cast aside for your non-conformity
You are the focus of attention
for the ones who like to kneel
Sacrificed on the altar of mediocrity
Some nameless leaders have decided
your life was too true, too real
In the night they will strike
Take you down where BlackOps hide
To break your will and scar your face
Would you bow to the Lie
In the cells where Agents die
Or find a way to end your days...
...without a trace ?
They'll hunt you, they'll break you,
they'll wash your brain
They will not hurt you,
just leave you no choice but to comply
Or in the end, nothing will remain
Your memory, your name,
your existence all will deny
