This Is Control

[Chorus]

I can envision your perfect nation, your plan to sedate intellectual pacification

I have to believe that there's more than this

The truth in my hands, that I am not sick

I don't live in sin, that this is all wrong, the reality prison, dreams of human liberation

[Verse 1]

Beating a dead horse with fear in your eyes accepted a battle with a war in mind

Singled out the target, big brother in the rifle sights

So you shoot to kill, death just to feel, thunder to fear, rain to know tears. Hide in the image the armor of cowards

Hidden in vices just to deal, your elitist faction fueling the flames

In wonder of this revolutionary standstill (x2)

[Chorus]

I can envision your perfect nation, your plan to sedate intellectual pacification

I have to believe that there's more than this

The truth in my hands, that I am not sick

I don't live in sin, that this is all wrong, the reality prison, dreams of human liberation

[Verse 2]

Lifestyle choices, never in struggle?

Short sighted goals, this is not freedom

This is control! (x4)

The prisoner plotting his escape exclusive anarchy a joke in bad taste

Did you offer solution is that why he turned his head, or insult his ignorance, inexperience, blindness

You cry for the satisfaction before you put in the work, accept possibilities as a dream, what the fuck's the fuss for?

[Outro]

Is this sincerity or is this a joke? (x6)