A story old as earth
They're all to serve
Something directs our ways...
Manipulates...
There can be no search
For any guilty dirt
Can watch but don't see through...
Anything you do...
Old habits will stay
Rise, damn, cry, pray
Destined to be controlled?
Great pain, no fault
Systems will always be
And we will learn to see...
To calculate the state... is all it hates...
Resignation maintain
Will paralyse our sane
Already amuses us... (that) everybody laughs
Old habits will stay
Rise, damn, cry, pray
Destined to be controlled?
Great pain, no fault
