I hear stories, contradictions
Social media, superstitions
Teleprompters, televisions
All that ringing in my ears
I've got to find my way back home
And create a world to call my own
No mercy, no tears, the motives very clear
You're not the last one of your kind
Controlling, misleading, inflicting so much fear
Cause they will try to own your mind
And the teachers become preachers
Made up stories, altered pictures
Fit the model, take no chances
Better love the circumstances
You got to find your way back home
Never forget you're on your own
No mercy, no tears, the motives very clear
You're not the last one of your kind
Controlling, misleading, inflicting so much fear
Cause they will try to own your mind
No mercy, no tears, the motives very clear
You're not the last one of your kind
Controlling, misleading, inflicting so much fear
Cause they will try to own your mind
