These foolish times install a sense of wonder in my thoughts.
There's no escape so we must shape the masses they must be taught
And I will try my best to speak the word which must be spoken.
Some are lost so at all cost we must, build a route to guide them
Some are blind and they don't see the sign
That leaving it all in the back of your mind
Just won't work.
They can try they can alter your mind
And they can stick you with a label until you comply
But it just won't work. x2
