[Intro — voice samples]
What is the position of America in the world today?
Power mad, des--despotic cruelty
A terrible destructive force
Hoping in the darkness of the future
Or the rendezvous with the unknown
[Verse 1 — Deca and (voice samples)]
How sweet the sound that raised a wretch from beneath the ground
So he can watch Maya weave the sky into an evening gown
The priest caste never practice what they preach in town
But I can see a deeper truth behind thе roads you lead me down
Strange scеnes and lost scriptures where notation turns emotion into Technicolor thought pictures
Womb-like worlds of woven tapestries and quilts
Juxtaposed with cityscapes and factories we built
On the big screen of this dream, as earth becomes Cybertron
And prior generations pass the trauma like batons
I almost lost control watchin' it unfold, tryin' to purge hell itself
Removing toxins from the soul
The inner accusations fly the prosecution's goal
Is to make you second guess the plot you thought you used to know
Every, course of action judged by warring factions
Questioning your intentions, assessing your reaction
(ladies and gentlemen)
[Chorus — Deca and (voice samples)]
In the scheme of things, in a fever dream
In the subtext of headlines, you should read between
There's something anti-human and self-destructive
They invert package up slick and sell the public
Snakes draped in lambswool and progressive garb
Ol' slither underneath no matter how low you set the bar
To news depths, same old, stacked deck of cards
Keeps us trapped in this laboratory rat's nest of ours
(the sensational)
What is the position of America in the world today?
Power mad, des--despotic cruelty
A terrible destructive force
Hoping in the darkness of the future
Or the rendezvous with the unknown
[Verse 1 — Deca and (voice samples)]
How sweet the sound that raised a wretch from beneath the ground
So he can watch Maya weave the sky into an evening gown
The priest caste never practice what they preach in town
But I can see a deeper truth behind thе roads you lead me down
Strange scеnes and lost scriptures where notation turns emotion into Technicolor thought pictures
Womb-like worlds of woven tapestries and quilts
Juxtaposed with cityscapes and factories we built
On the big screen of this dream, as earth becomes Cybertron
And prior generations pass the trauma like batons
I almost lost control watchin' it unfold, tryin' to purge hell itself
Removing toxins from the soul
The inner accusations fly the prosecution's goal
Is to make you second guess the plot you thought you used to know
Every, course of action judged by warring factions
Questioning your intentions, assessing your reaction
(ladies and gentlemen)
[Chorus — Deca and (voice samples)]
In the scheme of things, in a fever dream
In the subtext of headlines, you should read between
There's something anti-human and self-destructive
They invert package up slick and sell the public
Snakes draped in lambswool and progressive garb
Ol' slither underneath no matter how low you set the bar
To news depths, same old, stacked deck of cards
Keeps us trapped in this laboratory rat's nest of ours
(the sensational)
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