Sometimes I feel it's a waste of time
To listen to your shouting a wordless pantomime
Can't you see it falls on deaf ears
Filling me up with your point of view
Your opinions are your own, I got mine too
What I think don't mean nothing to you
When the shit hits the fan
And you're forced by the man
Who holds the key to our promised land
Don't misunderstand what's in the man's hand
'Cause it's all been laid out in the New World Plan
Makin' me feel like a laboratory rat
Without a mind of its own - diseased and fat
I can't let my life go out like that
'Cause I'm an extra skeptic, a true eclectic
I find it hard to trust all the people we've elected
Take a look around, do you feel protected
Like garbage in a dump our lives have been rejected
A blind man leading the not so blind
Creating false truth to fill our minds
To listen to yourself would be a crime
It all comes back to you some time
Like it or not, they got a number on me
I will not break for your demands
Rabid, defensive, in the corner I stand
Caught in a trap, the bait was free
Like it or not, they got a number on me
I can't trust anyone, they're all out to get me
Gonna run until I can't run from the laws that ruin me
Faster and harder so God help me flee
From the lies that we're free and the powers that be
That push the rich forward between you and me
But agree to agree with no guarantee
Of something to live for I'll die if need be
I stand up for all as I fight to be free
there never was a night like this
how could there ever be
through sweat and velvet misery
the fever race in me
cornered in a symetrical design
sphere-like chrome on a sea enraged...
hatred
what the mirror sees
is the clutching at straws
taking us under
the storm of the ocean
this velvety crush
ringcorners- firm in the outrage
synaptic patterns
waves contort
break into these cellular walls
why...
globes of disease, infest my dreams
burning the ends of my veins
pattern and form, the squares cling fast
dance the tide now
could never bare another night
although i know it'll come
the freezing ends of what is me
the icy rages...
free
cornered in a symetrical design
sphere-like chrome on a sea enraged...
hatred
take hold of the boundaries -
the perimeter sea
burn!
enflame the oppressors
but if four was one
in a corner alone
recovering - licking the wounds
delerium coming
the weakness kicks in
resigning, cornered within
