Now is the deadline and always will be
Under the breadline in the land of the free
No time to plan its a planet gone mad
Running on empty illusions of good and bad
CH: follow the leader do as you're told
How much can you be controlled?
Learn by example of people with guns
Shooting their mouth off for the freedoms they've won
Armed to the playground or bombing for peace
What kind of human is this inhumanity?
CH
Tempers and temperatures rising in hand
With a new understanding of how its all planned
Bang up to date with the rate of exchange
The shorter the soundbite the longer the chains
CH
Now is the deadline to wake up inside
Bring back that feeling of nothing to hide
And nothing to hide from its totally free
And everything thing else is control by degrees
CH
Could you be would you be out of control?
