There are no signs of conscience. There are no week-long waiting rooms Another one for your collection that serves a single use A line your grandfather wrote, a story that's been pa**ed down What was necessity then, is not essential now The word control is vague at best. There is no direct path There are no signs of remorse. Tell your riends you are the victim here Tell us all how you just followed orders, but wasn't this all your idea ? The word control is vague at best. Is this ink smeared or my vision blurred ? There is no direct path, but the one we're on won't work Just string them up Prepare for the final stand Who will fall tomorrow ? Millions more will follow Prepare for the final stand. Will we have to pry them from your cold dead hands Just string them up.