The writer's block is worse than I thought-- although I'm generally not a proponent of this genre because it's often rendered trite by the usual obligatory gloom and doom lyrics and band personae by the masters of public opinion and the tight leash the musical moguls use to keep them in line to get a record deal......... but as I listened to this in the background to drown out the unbearable Starbucks music, I believe they actually meant and felt it when they recorded this. I looked up the lyrics, and I can see that some thought was put into them. Dare I say i finds parts of lyric and song poignant? Oh, and I like the bass!
White light, mission classified
Neural probe, map your mind target
Run the maze, my loyal pet
Recall your orders and the rest forget
(You are close)
So close to the perfect crime
A human bullet in a chambered mind
An appetite for profanity
Everything you were made to be
Fracturing the pristine mind
Crack the shell and reach inside
Manipulating all we find to do or die
Conflict borne of man machines
Solidifies our chosen scheme
It's so much more than what
It seems behind your eyes
White light, falling star
The you, you knew is now the slave you are
(Dancing)
To a dirge that sings within
A waltz of damage just beneath the skin
(Rhythmic death)
Death tapped out by your puppet toes
Another current in the undertow
Below the waves we weave the curse
To drown the world and choke the earth
Assembling the fractured mind
Puzzle equals suicide
Create the killer from inside
Some dreams must die
Slaughtering ability
Bred in you through trickery
Surrender blindly, slake our greed
And stain the skies
(Dominate)
Until we hear their cries
(Dominate)
While they believe our lies
(Dominate)
Salt and twist the knife
(Dominate)
Until the wound is ripe
Above theocracy, we reign
Sharing death, bearing pain
In God's name all the heretics must die
Behind democracy, we rule
And communists we use as tools
All the world's devoted to our crime
And still we trust our minds
We reign
[Incomprehensible]
Above theocracy, we reign
Sharing death, bearing pain
In God's name all the heretics must die
Behind democracy, we rule
And communists we use as tools
All the world's devoted to our crime
Behind theocracy, we reign
Sharing death, bearing pain
In God's name all the heretics must die
Above democracy, we rule
And communists we use as tools
All the world's devoted to our crime
And still we trust our minds, we trust our minds
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