Biased protest, another pre-fab war.
We're shooting bullets at statistics-boards.
We kneel down for complacency.
Who's gonna be there cleaning-up the debris?
We're going down!
We speak of truth with a doubter's eye and a quibbler's mind.
There's a price on the sweet sound of success. And we're all willing to pay.
Just change the prescription.
Anesthetics to make us numb.
The side-effects are kept secret in the minds of the snakes.
You won't notice a thing, until it hits you in the face.
Closed eyes.
We just close our eyes and refuse to look.
Closed eyes.
So let's just stick to our own f**ing "paradise".