This is nothing new, but now you knowThe promise of what you believed to be has been stricken long beforeThe faceless are gone; We all fit their moldThe careless, impulsive rats of this worldStrike fear-concede-controlWe are all guilty, strike fear, concede, controlThey'll put it togetherAll faces downWe pledge allegiance toAll faces downHalves stand divided fallAll faces downA scored distraction toAll faces downThe tyranny has comeNow we are all their gameFear strikes the rights of foolsHalves stand divided fallA scored distraction to enslaveThe storms comeThe watchers ruleThey aim to save the worldThe watchers ruleA scored distraction to enslaveStrike fear, concede, controlHalves stand divided fallThe storms comeThe watchers rule
