Lies Pulling blinders locking coffins tight Nothing written of past rebellions Just proclamations of our judgement day Where righteous soldiers will kill to pave the way
Hey Did you hear our diplomat betray? "Progress lies in aero-techno-crats and missiles garnering defence Of poverty and sickness we will cleanse No more" We've had our minds ripped-cleaned-restored And no longer own them
Been poisoned Been shackled Tired and locked down The way they want us to be
Times Are dangerous for the last unbridled minds Consensus wrapped us in a handbag Mesmerized by TV sets and craze For winning numbers and a chance to hate
We've had our minds ripped-cleaned-restored And no longer own them
Been poisoned Been shackled Beat to death They still brought me back to life Build gallows Kill Neighbours String helpless To carry out the final plan
Will progress still lead us? Or will progress just watch us all die? Small voices all around us Will we march to the sound of a dying cry? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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