Man the Machine

Don't think, don't speak, watch out, don't blink, dissent is a cry for the dead. Chin up, back straight, don't ask, just hate! The serpent's alive, you are all crucified. Tear down the walls again, and all that remains. He'll see your good deeds and raise you two rights, he'll lose it all just to stay in the fight. And if you're still blind sing praise from your knees, his heel in your back from once where you stood free. Building your walls again, and all that remains. Broken, broken, leave the lies, no use in defending. Shattered and fragile to the core. So hail to Deathmocracy, Hell for your thoughtcrimes, hail to your piety. Oh the irony the antidote is the disease, the balancing of ignorance and atrophy. Tear down the walls again, it's more of the same. Broken, broken, leave the lies, no use in defending. Shattered and fragile to the core.