The city's sky blows blackened doom
Onto the little life that's left
You're still glued to a screen
While the real world turns to dust
Mind control devices
Installed for education
Are focussing your energy
On the furthest thing from reality
They keep you deaf
To the sound of revolution
They avert your eyes
From the sceptics decapitation
Seek no solace digging for roots
There is no interpretation for truth
No solace for truth
Omnipresent secrecy
Under the flag of democracy
There's feds at the door
Oh it's just fed ex
Thought I heard walkie talkies
Must've been them redneck neighbours of mine
They f*ckin with they cb
And we in the spot watchin c.o.p.s. on tv
You have been sold
You always bought what you've been told
You have been sold
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The city's sky blows blackened doom
Onto the little life that's left
You're still glued to a screen
While the real world turns to dust
Mind control devices
Installed for education
Are focussing your energy
On the furthest thing from reality
They keep you deaf
To the sound of revolution
They avert your eyes
From the sceptics decapitation
Seek no solace digging for roots
There is no interpretation for truth
No solace for truth
Omnipresent secrecy
Under the flag of democracy
There's feds at the door
Oh it's just fed ex
Thought I heard walkie talkies
Must've been them redneck neighbours of mine
They f*ckin with they cb
And we in the spot watchin c.o.p.s. on tv
You have been sold
You always bought what you've been told
You have been sold
Onto the little life that's left
You're still glued to a screen
While the real world turns to dust
Mind control devices
Installed for education
Are focussing your energy
On the furthest thing from reality
They keep you deaf
To the sound of revolution
They avert your eyes
From the sceptics decapitation
Seek no solace digging for roots
There is no interpretation for truth
No solace for truth
Omnipresent secrecy
Under the flag of democracy
There's feds at the door
Oh it's just fed ex
Thought I heard walkie talkies
Must've been them redneck neighbours of mine
They f*ckin with they cb
And we in the spot watchin c.o.p.s. on tv
You have been sold
You always bought what you've been told
You have been sold