Gaslight oblivion
This fiction can't avail the
Unsuspecting rube from detecting what is true
Led to the abattoir
Just like a herd of dumb obliviated sheep
The State's willing defeated
I can see through your disguise
You peddle naught but
Lies, a carefully wrought guise
For tomorrow's clouded eyes
Erosion of the trust
In every institution once held sacrosanct
It's now owned by the banks
I can see through your disguise
You peddle naught but
Lies, a carefully wrought guise
For tomorrow's clouded eyes
I can see it
A generation left for dead
Wandering the desert of the damned
I can hear it
Voices pitched in cacophony
Screaming back into the land once of the free
I can feel it
A mad dash right up to the ledge
And now together we shall walk the razor's edge
I can see through your disguise
You peddle naught but
Lies, a carefully wrought guise
For tomorrow's clouded eyes
