411 - Blackout | Текст песни

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• Blackout

if I say ...
can they say...?
and if we say...
can they say...?

what's that rising there to the right?
big brother checked my sense of sight
involuntary filter of the things I hear
brotherman, watchdog, howling fear.

silence is no right
censorship no cure,
all views must see the light
as only truth endures.

who defines good taste?
who says which thoughts are pure?
with alternative blacked out
the status quo is insured.