yes, its the year five hundred and eleven undead empire versus adequate seven the power elite existence is real thriving on the pa**ive, clouds over what we feel a common aim: subvert establishment blood for your gain is the message being sent all hope is lost and with no way out buried alive unless we voice the doubt illusion of our progress doesn't seem so new at all the order becomes stronger and its soothing as we fall struggle from your hold upon the mind of the oppressed counterculture of dissent continues without rest times have changed but some have changed more than most humans in the world are borken by the ghost shocking past, but with principles the same as many people die and its gotta new name there's a wealth few, necessarily content but blood for your gain is the message being sent understand that some people have no choice wake your consciousness and realise your voice as long as I stay silent you're acting in my name we'll rise above the violence let my perceptions change as long as I stay silent you're acting in my name this lack of compa**ion for your own benefit and the sake of corporate gain stop this