Presence of Mind
I see the demagogue propped up by the puppets chords
I hear the lies that he sells for what they are... they're lies
Still I see all the slack-jawed sheep in the crowds...
Standing back with no voice with their backs to a wall
Answer my call
This takes presence of mind
You've got to use your mind
Before we run out of time
The children toil in the fields of woe...
The secrets kept - the sleepers never know...
This system spins right out of control...
This machine breaks back, spits out the bones...
This takes presence of mind
You've got to use your mind
USE YOUR FUCKING MINDS
Before we run out of time
Give me facts NOT fiction...
I want reality NOT the fantasy
Writer/s: Thy Kingdom Slum