White Noise Lorna Shore

Misguided masses
Welcome to the age of deception
Where all is dismantled in the system, behold
We are insignificant, a blight in the grand scheme
A stain embedded upon history that could never be wiped clean

Sugar-coating this short-lived existence
Guiding your eyes from the man behind the curtain
All cerebellums under mass control (Mass control)
Vapid images, lucid technology
Synthetic oppressive force-fed disease
Crippling mankind straight to their knees
Don't try to control me

We are expendable, simply powder and flesh
We are forsaken, merely tissue and bone
We are dispensable, we are dispensable

Join my legion or die with the lambs

First they wire the system so it thrives, but must die from the inside
Engulfed with the virus of ignorance and self-pride
Seeing all the people how they fester within
Wanting and needing the means to resist
Detained by the genes that flaw them till they die
A culture run on war and a holy man in the sky
Watch them as they waste their time
Waiting for the day, for the day that they die
The blackest days have yet to be seen