Stuck in a world, draining our commonsense
Spirits of revolution, Diluted with authority
None Has the sense, purpose, point or reason
Why the world is in this mess
We carry an ideal, purpose set to lie
And hate the privileged witness to murders
Slaughters on the screen, how did we lead ourselves
To evolve from this obscene state of murder.
Will we ever turn our head from the alibis engraved
In a public eye there are no division lines
Faiths that tell us to be loyal, To ourselves
Tell us to put the revolution on our shelves
And the knowledge we acquire, Cause no part of the whole
Dilutes us with an official sense of self
It's impossible to rebel against the machine
That keeps us on the verge of our existence