Shadows everywhere The land lies cold under a blackened sun We write the year 3051 A hand full of men are carrying out a mission for the survival of mankind
life easier troubleless Hassle-free but actually none of this is for the best Interest or the progress of society, buying me? You can call me paranoid but paranoia's
lyrics cancelled out demons, monsters, and spirits, Martial theorists, freed your soul allowed amongst the clearest, Visonaries, Sabac Red's a missionary, My vision's
be heard. Freedom of choice it's what you've got Freedom from choice it's what you want. Freedom of choice - it's what you've got. Freedom from choice
gate that deflates and shoots arrows Produce pharaohs attack you with chrome, shatter your bones The world's fucked, call Jackie Stallone, her wire's
a date to overtake you objective Show that through life everything is connected But not in categories cuz that's the devil's story symbols of cannibalism
