Standard (EADGBE)

Three choices

One bullet,

One trigger,

Guess who gets to pull it?

One leader,

A thousand slaves,

For every throne there's a thousand graves.

You’re all the same, just part of their machine,

 Perpetuate their dream.

 They subsidize your nightclubs and they subsidize your malls,

 They herd and brand the masses within painted prison walls.

 ‘Til your freedom of assembly because the missiles they create,

 Or just mass-delusion dancing on this music that you fucking

hate.

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But I’m not the same, I’m not part of your fucking machine,

 I’ll jeopardize your dream

 I’d rather be imprisoned in a georgeorwellian world,

 Than a pacified society of happy boys and girls

 I’d rather know my enemies and let you know the same

 Whose windows to smash, whose tires to slash

And where to point the fucking…

blame

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One future

Two choices

Oppose them or let them destroy us