On june fifth, in the year of eighty-nine, he was unarmed with focused mind

Deflance glared down the barrel of the gun pointed from a tank in tiananmen square

And he stood there:

To control, to manipulate, the media his power slave

He knew the world was watching, knew he had a plan

To confront the powerful tyranny in the square of tiananmen

Ecstatic youth played with fire, freedom wash over them

Democracy their desire, the tiananmen man had a plan

Manipulate the media

He used blind faith in the face of anarchy, the cybernetic rapture has begun to envelop me

Freedom is the rush, adrenaline high, choice of the oppressed wiling to die

Like a hostage the government holds your drug

To control, to manipulate, the media his power slave

He knew the world was watching, knew he had a plan

To confront the powerful tyranny in the square of tiananmen

Ecstatic youth played with fire, freedom wash over them

Democracy their desire, the tiananmen man had a plan

Manipulate the media

His act was a cybernetic gesture

His act was a cybernetic gesture

He knew the world was watching, knew he had a plan

To confront the powerful tyranny in the square of tiananmen

Ecstatic youth played with fire, freedom wash over them

Democracy their desire, the tiananmen man had a plan

Manipulate the media, manipulate the media

Manipulate to control