As humans suffer agonies
The sad fates become their lives
Poets compose verses
History now compromised
We thought we knew the truth
Swallowed the governments line
Remaining eternal subjects
While our spirits slowly die
Its a capital opportunity
Too turn the knife
With the backs of millions facing them
Like rogue assassins in the night
A source of persistent pleasure
The story makes it what it is
Playwrights compose dramas
Actors play at being kids
We thought we knew the truth
Swallowed the governments line
Remaining eternal subjects
While our spirits slowly die
Suburban sprawl begotten
From old monochrome TeeVees
Promised whispers of ancient gunfire
Assaults the mind with cynical ease
We thought we knew the truth
Swallowed the governments line
Remaining eternal subjects
While our spirits slowly die
Its a capital opportunity
Too turn the knife
With the backs of millions facing them
Like rogue assassins in the night
We thought we knew the truth
Swallowed the governments line
Remaining eternal subjects
While our spirits slowly die