Eye above tell me where have I been?
Mechanic lust rusts away a real feel
But my TV told me to be thankful
The youth are numb
Raised on a news feed
Synthetic love, a panopticon dream
But my TV told me to be fearful
Spread forth the message of war
It’s the calm before the storm
Post apocalyptic
New ages critics
Will lead the mindless swarm
They call
We follow
But we can’t see the signs
They’re pulling the wool over our eyes
(And we’re all marching in time)
Feel it under your skin
The hatred sinking in
But teacher told me to be grateful
So form a photo OP around another kids casket
No ring for a Queen
The Presidents a bastard
Miss America sleeps with a knife
Modern life ain’t war
This is genocide
They call
We follow
But we can’t see the signs
They’re pulling the wool over our eyes
They feed us
We swallow
It keeps us all in line
It’s like the deaf leading the blind
And we’re all marching in time
(Round and round and round we go
The merry keep singing
Keep digging that hole
I think it’s time that we got off)
It’s like the deaf leading the blind and we’re all marching in time
Revolt, conform
This is war
They call
We follow
But we can’t see the signs
They’re pulling the wool over our eyes
They feed us
We swallow
It keeps us all in line
It’s like the deaf leading the blind
And we’re all marching in time
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