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Thought Control
Onward you march, one by one
Single file to your graves
Farther and farther, you're strung out
Become willing slaves
Brainwashed until home and loved ones
You no longer crave
Erode your will, bite your tongues
Until nothing remains
Humans deceiving
Induce lucid dreaming
Illusions of freedom
Only few can see them
For what they really are
Punishment and reward
Pavlovian conditioned
In an oasis imprisoned
Always cyclic in rythm
Following restrictions
Never see beyond
What they've told you to think
Now you belong
To your corrupted kings
Kept on tight leashes
By parasite leeches
Be that as it may
You eagerly obey
Break free of your cages
Cast off the shackles
Join this war that rages
On in the shadows
Turning the pages
Bring them to the gallows
Be gone with the age
Of the selfish and shallow
Materialism
Determines decisions
I urge you to listen
And purge their religion
For monetary gain
Their monastaries pray
Avarice's symptoms
Terminal affliction
We yearn to evict them
In perfect unison
Persistent insistance
To merge in resistance
To action I call
Force their backs to the wall
The law shall be scrawled
By the last ones to fall
Single file to your graves
Farther and farther, you're strung out
Become willing slaves
Brainwashed until home and loved ones
You no longer crave
Erode your will, bite your tongues
Until nothing remains
Humans deceiving
Induce lucid dreaming
Illusions of freedom
Only few can see them
For what they really are
Punishment and reward
Pavlovian conditioned
In an oasis imprisoned
Always cyclic in rythm
Following restrictions
Never see beyond
What they've told you to think
Now you belong
To your corrupted kings
Kept on tight leashes
By parasite leeches
Be that as it may
You eagerly obey
Break free of your cages
Cast off the shackles
Join this war that rages
On in the shadows
Turning the pages
Bring them to the gallows
Be gone with the age
Of the selfish and shallow
Materialism
Determines decisions
I urge you to listen
And purge their religion
For monetary gain
Their monastaries pray
Avarice's symptoms
Terminal affliction
We yearn to evict them
In perfect unison
Persistent insistance
To merge in resistance
To action I call
Force their backs to the wall
The law shall be scrawled
By the last ones to fall
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