Without A Sound
It can tell me you need seperation
From the celebration without a sound
It can tell me you're dissatisfied
As they testify without a sound
Leave them cold electronic trails
Like a battleground
Warm yourself on surveillance machines
Hey, our liberation is starting now
It can call me reactionary
The mission varies from sound to sound
It can call me somewhat paranoid
Can you get annoyed without a sound
My hand in this is a dangerous thing
My mind on that is a dangerous thing
Show me like that to persevere
Show me like that, generating fear
Leave them cold electronic trails
Like a battleground
Warm yourself on surveillance machines
For self preservation, check my background
It can tell me moral distinction
Of its extinction, it's just a sound
It can make us a little anxious
Under surveillance, it's just a sound
My hand in this is a dangerous thing
My mind on that is a dangerous thing
Show me like that to persevere
Show me like that, generating fear
Leave them cold electronic trails
With your permission, for my submission
Warm yourself on surveillance machines
It's about a vision, it's blind ambition
It's a battleground...
Without a sound
Autor(es): John Cross
