To find symmetry remains to be unseen To open up the flood gates and end persuasive reveries In translation I report exactly what I see Enslave narrative, ill-suited for eye-witnesses I pay with my life We'll have yesterday's discussions Tomorrow morning, all around us To quiet our insurgencies, or to beat a dead horse Wide-eyed and mislead Full of carcinogens, threads of the same cloth Can't pa** through the eye of a needle We'll have yesterday's discussions Tomorrow morning, all around us To quiet our insurgencies, or to beat a dead horse You're wrong (x5)