Seat past the T.V.
People are dying, your eyes are dreamy
Cloaked reforms erupted
Your screen's corrupted
Half news on broadcast
On whether we'll last
Lies to your faces
Still you're gazing
Insanity's passing by
And still we're letting them lie
We see the truth once we open our doors
Yet they're still lying more and more
So what the fuck do you think I'm trying to say?!
They're trying to scatter our minds astray
They want us to sit and follow
the lies
They want to put us in their own disguise
They think our memories will quicky fade
They think we'll miss this whole masquerade
A global policy kills a family
How could this be?
This television screen
It's fooling you and me
The world's a misery, a broken tragedy
A government watching, directing endlessly
Sitting back creating prepetuation
For the inevitable, surrounding damnation
Honor and love killed back to back
A crowd too afraid to act
A crowd must focus on all the facts
Fear a crowd for it will hit back!
So what the fuck do you think I'm trying to say?!
They who darken this beautiful day
Who are they to stand and force upon us their lies?
Who are they to decide a father's final goodbye?!
Our memories never fade
Every debt will be repaid
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