All the little seeds that you sowedIn the dark are fully grownFully sparked they’re all the rageIn the machine ageWith their halogen hate andTheir space-age faceThey’ve come to take you downTake your placeDirty film clip loopRetrograde crap shootNever know what you’ll findIn the back of your mind the gapBetween the truth telling liesPurple static hazed eyesTurn it off, kill the lightTurn it out, what’s the scoreI’m not blind but I can’t see shit anymoreWanna spread my smear all across your earsSing star-spangled tatter chant chatter cheerEverything is coming to a boiling point your gun at the eye of the sun and your daughters on the run across yourScreen-burned wasteland where the liar lies down with the lambFor a scam, what’s the scoreI’m not blind but I can’t see shit anymoreDo you want to be free or do you want to be right?
