Screaming for that final way,
Who's to find you,
Through this thick unsturdy hall?
All that hails to the king of fame
Will not live to see the day of denial

Cause they're making us and faking us
Into colonies that they hide from

Paying with shipments, no guarantees, no returns
A product of the provider is
I think I see, oh no, it couldn't be...
The golden ticket to heaven.

Cause they're making us and faking us
Into colonies that they hide from
To predict the ties of infamy
Is to paralyze the heart and soul of life

In case the Earth before sunrise...
It all seems familiar...

Men dressed up desguise,
But you cannot defeat the eyes