Mister tell me, when I die, where will I go?
One hand pointed up above, the other down below
Is this the only choice we have? It's all we've ever known
And we're working hard to keep our love alive; yes we're working hard to keep our blood alive...down here
He looked into my eyes and said, there's something you should hear
The choices that we offer you are not as they appear
For us it's all a game you see, so let me make it clear
Down here...we control the fear
And we'll offer you confusion when you're searching for the truth
We will tempt you with illusion thinly veiled as living proof
We understand the way you work, so let me make it clear
Have faith, be strong, prepare to meet with your maker
We'll give you reasons to believe
The lie lives on, the seed in each generation
The time of harvest yet to come, we're running from...the Fear
We are Masters of division, we are Princes of deceit
You will learn to love your prison, too terrified to leave
Kneel before the King of Terror, let me whisper in your ear
Down here...we control the Fear