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filtering debauchery
a flesh mangled reality
a season of disease
implanted in your brain
stars on the screen obey
get down on your knees and pray
hypnotized by what they say

you stand behind the barrcade
you cry your eyes for sickness sake
to take a portrait of your god
corperate whores-monarch slaves
falling for their looks and lines
cannot feel the hooks inside
blinded by their mind control
captured souls feed the beast

sacrificed integrity
and their right to privacy
for fortune, fame and evils gain
some even change their name to "slave"
the filthy pigs are wallowing
in their wretched waste of misery
draining souls of purity

the plan is set your trapped inside
turning on your box of lies
heed the corperate offerings
they're advertizing every need
living off of all the sheep
changing personalities
tv reality has taken control

it's a game that they play
telling us what to say and think
it's all a game
a trap for the mind

it's not a mystery, the misery
a hidden hand that you can't see
pulling strings in the industry
influencing negatively
it's not a mystery, the misery
reflections of society
it's all a game (it's all a game)
a trap for the mind

we see right through you
separating truth from the lies
consumed by all you do

they're changing the channels
searching for answers
but they're changing the questions
misdirecting deception

changing the channels
searching for answers
but they keep changing the questions
misdirecting deception

take a look inside
your mind-and discover there's a world
inside, far beyond
see through this deception

take a look inside
your mind-and discover there's a world
inside, far beyond
see through this mind machine

see through this mind machine

rise of the monarch slaves!

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