Locked up like animals while they shake their cage.
These iron bars so filled with rage.
The ants behind the glass.
To them we have no name.
Our world tossed upside down again.
It's not a turning point.
Stuck in a whirlwind.
To live in ordinary life is just playing pretend.
I see the bane of existence.
Death waiting at the threshold reaching out to take control.
I hope you realize that they own both sides forcing you to choose from left to right.
I hear the voices of opposing forces calling out together at their flock of sheep.
Whispering sweet nothings pulling at my Heartstrings.
c fear device conjured by the world's leading Minds.
To ensure we stay in line.
Putting all our energy into the death machine.
I know our day is coming.
I hear the voices of opposing forces calling out to gather up their flock of sheep.
Whispering sweet nothings pulling at my heartstrings.