Welcome, to the world of fake reality 

Where you can never believe what you hear or believe what you see 

It's like the Colosseum of the annual games 

With the Roman Emperor being entertained 

A flick of the wrists that will seal your fate 

A flick of the wrists that will seal your fate 



A flick of the wrist and you're through 

And there's no telling what they might do 

Now they've captured your soul 

Oh you're under control 

They've captured your soul 

And they won't give it back 'till you plead 



Setting agendas and fashions which must be obeyed 

(You must obey it, you must obey it) 

With their stories and lies they decide, the way you're portrayed 



You only see what they want you to see and nothing else 

You only see what they want you to see and nothing else 



A flick of the wrist and you've through 

And there's no telling what they might do 

Now they've captured your soul 

Oh your under control 

They've captured your soul 

And they won't give it back 'till you plead 



Nothing ever happens 

So why are you watching? X3 

No, nothing ever happens 

So why are you watching!? 



They've captured your soul 

And they won't give it back 

No they won't give it back 

No they won't give it back