Coaxial - It's Not My Voice lyrics

Someone spoke my name A hidden voice in the drops of rain Believing that it was their was making me insane Hypnotical shepherd wishes for me to count his sheep So that he can probe my mind Once I fall asleep "Understand your name is Chris, memorize this Stay away from darkness you might realize who you are And that would be taking it too far" No matter how clever if we act rash we will die together Adding them in their search to become mortals forever The nymphanoid principle, plastic void carca** Robotic and heartless selecting the next victim Of the hominid harvest Stumbling and numb the zombies scatter in fright In the distance a checmically imbalance beam of light Is shooting off to the left and shooting off to the right Transfixed lies the subject blinded searching for the handhold From the shock of the realization I could only Rise and stand cold It's not my voice that's inside my head they've been controlling me And I am almost dead It's not my choice to make a decision instead, I'll just keep strolling On the leash walking the direction that I'm lead It's not my voice that's inside my head My soul is lost there isn't anything that would cost me The ability to gain freedom from the clutches of the wretched people Conductive to the seductive convincing me that I am equal It sounds harmonizing a conniving when it's dressed in sweets It's disguised by the language that they've taught me to speak That's a minor flaw if they don't control us all But soon the fear will crawl if we withstand the call Or so they say that is the voice that I obey No longer awoke from the dreamstate and felt the hunger In my belly that is eating me alive starvation Being the only reason I've realized that I've survived Placed in a rut from the injections in my gut They've pumped all the milk from mother earth's nipples And will drain our sacs till the dehydrate the temple I'm a systematic mull number 78 in the statistic pool Sometimes my microchips duel causing me to twitch and drool Creating high pitched noised sounds forcing me to hibernate Underground with plans to escape the constant incision Make a permanent decision vibrant waves of realization Spiral down my tunnel vision clear cut my addiction is words And the music, the music from which they will emerge