The city's sky blows blackened doom Onto the little life that's left You're still glued to a screen While the real world turns to dust.
Mind control devices Installed for education Are focussing your energy On the furthest thing from reality.
They keep you deaf to the sound of revolution, They avert your eyes from the sceptics decapitation.
Seek no solace Digging for roots There is no interpretation for truth No solace for truth.
Omnipresent secrecy Under the flag of democracy.
There's feds at the door Oh it's just fed ex Thought I heard walkie-talkies Must've been them redneck neighbors of mine They fuckin' with they CB And we in the spot watchin' c.o.p.s. on TV.
You have been sold, You always bought what you've been told.
