misafir

I Hate Sally



Sickness Of The Ages



Sickness Of The Ages





Lies



Pulling blinders locking coffins tight



Nothing written of past rebellions



Just proclamations of our judgement day



Where righteous soldiers will kill to pave the way







Hey



Did you hear our diplomat betray?



"Progress lies in aero-techno-crats and missiles garnering defence



Of poverty and sickness we will cleanse



No more"



We've had our minds ripped-cleaned-restored



And no longer own them







Been poisoned



Been shackled



Tired and locked down



The way they want us to be







Times



Are dangerous for the last unbridled minds



Consensus wrapped us in a handbag



Mesmerized by TV sets and craze



For winning numbers and a chance to hate







We've had our minds ripped-cleaned-restored



And no longer own them







Been poisoned



Been shackled



Beat to death



They still brought me back to life



Build gallows



Kill Neighbours



String helpless



To carry out the final plan







Will progress still lead us?



Or will progress just watch us all die?



Small voices all around us



Will we march to the sound of a dying cry