Under Domed Electric Skies

Under domed, electric skies with eyes that follow Thoughts breed crimes Treason's high, the courts are hollow In demand Private places to show sorrow But we can't Patriots eat shit and swallow I dream of feelings I can't have With meanings so lost in the distance On ceilings, on tables, they listen to me On the street Greet the faces without smiles Take them out Kill them all with manners mild They command But it's up to us to follow If we can't They lock us up and lose the file I dream of feelings I can't have With meanings so lost in the distance On ceilings, on tables, they listen to me We can't get lost in the distance No way to show our resistance We can't get lost in the distance No way to show our resistance I must make a foreign sound And say my thoughts out loud Risk the death that starts to rain down from the clouds