The people who dictate are born with hate
And heaven built with lies will fill the skies
And it's a shame
That you should have to listen to the ones
Who always abuse you
But you're to blame
For craving all the things attached with strings
Just to amuse you
The followers of hope are all on dope
Build temples with a fix instead of bricks
And it's a shame
That you should have to listen to the ones
Who always abuse you
But you're to blame
For craving all the things attached with strings
Just to amuse you
Misled
You've been really force-fed
Mass-produced and in-bred
Totally secure
Misled
You've done the things that they said
Happy to be brain-dead
Vacant and demure