Witness knocking at my door Can not hear me saying no His face has a listlessness In his eyes a certain blankness He's one of the master's drones In obedient servant hood Out gathering new disciples Spreading word of the sacred scriptures
Something is controlling me Someone whispers in my subconsious They're telling me what to think It's force-fed information
We're a captive audience Inactive, consumers Direct link the media One source of information
Something is controlling me...
Something controls My subconscious Tells what to think Force-fed information
In grey flannel uniforms We serve another master Not for salvation, but for gold
Yes money has its powers
There are sets in camouflage They are serving a flag Highest honour is through death Salute the great strategists
Something is controlling me...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
