Behold the great machinery Runs deep in every corner It's been here before my birth Designed by the few to enslave the many To feed a corrupt system Fueled by ignorance and greed
I feel it binding I feel it pulling I feel it forcing me to be another number
But I'm standing still in my third law If you're one of them then you'll never live up to be yours I rather travel light and alone They'll never put a price to my soul
“Behold the great puppeteers, direct our footsteeps with their strings. Masters of alienation, trading lives at their will.”
Behold the great puppeteers directing lives with their strings
Can you feel them binding? Can you feel them pulling? Can you feel them forcing you to be something you're not?
Now shake that little head of yours And see that freedom ain't just a word C'mon see the grass you're feeding on And tell me where's your fucking choice
I feel it binding I feel it pulling But I feel it dying Every time I do not bite the bait
Revelation awaits inside, revolution in taking back your mind Revelation awaits inside, revolution in taking all back What's rightfully ours
Standing still in my third law Listen, if you're one of them then you'll never live up to be yours I rather travel light and alone They'll never put a price to my soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
