They tell us what to do, the masses all fall in line, why don’t they see the truth, or stop to question why?

I only want to help, its as simple as this twine, I’ve wrapped around her neck, to silence all the lying.

A prisoner to the pack she’s trapped and can not see, ill carefully record each sound, so that our future changed will be.

They conditioned her response from their television show games, with this gas Ill soak her, leaving only purest souls remain.

None of it is real and the worlds not so cold and dark, so I’ll drop this match upon her, to burn a righteous spark.

They need a martyr’s cause to shake them from this sleep, now every eye burned retina,

true horror,

will their soul,

forever keep.