Our impulses are being redirected. We are living in an artificially induced state of consciousness that resembles sleep. The poor and the undercla** are growing. Racial justice and human rights are non-existent. They have created a repressive society. And we, their unwilling accomplishments. Their intention to rule rests with their annihilation of consciousness
Somewhere in the end of all this hate
There's a light ahead
That shines into this grave that's in the end of all this pain
In the night ahead there's a light upon this
House on a hill
The living, living still
Their intention is to k** and they will, they will
But the children are doing fine
I think about them all the time
Until they drink the wine and they will, they will, they will
Somewhere in the end we're all insane
To think a light ahead can save us from this
Grave that's in the end of all this pain
In the night ahead there's a light up on this
House on a hill
The living, living still
Their intention is to k** and they will, they will
But the children are doing fine
I think about them all the time
Until they drink the wine and they will, they will, they will
We have been lulled into a trance. They have made us indifferent to ourselves, to others. We are focused only on our own gain. Please understand. They are safe as long as they are not discovered. That is their primary method of survival. Keep us asleep, keep us selfish, keep us sedated
I am not afraid
I won't burn out in this place
My intention is to fade and I will, I will
In this
House on a hill
The dead are living still
With intentions to k** and they will, they will
Keep your children safe inside
Out of pocket, out of mind
Until they drink the wine and they will, they will, they will