People like to argue But they still never find the truth Propaganda living An emotional disease As the class war rages on Like a song with a love line Children want to know the truth How long have we got to go
Standing in dark shadows Hoping I can see the light Yesterday has left me blind But tomorrow is my sight
Deja vu you’ve heard it all before Deja vu isn’t it all a bore Deja vu arresting me for the crime It happens all the time And isn’t that the way it’s suppossed to be
The visionary controllers With the dreams of plastic paradises Where you can’t touch My concreated mind Cliched examples My words on a silver plate You wanted my graffiti But I put you up against the wall
