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Systemize the psychos. Lock up the insane
Brainwash all the clever kids before you lose the reins
Sanitize the system. Decorate the drugs
Diagnose the kids and they’ll be sane with any luck
Medicate their minds so they cannot be led astray
Fabricate the signs. Don’t let their talents go to waste
This is not sedition if you read between the lines
Convinced of authenticity, provide a paradigm

Mechanistic madness
Delegate decay
Turn the volume up
‘Til the voices go away
Solid state substrate
Altering asymmetry
Murdering the concept
Of your individuality

Enough is enough
This paradox is perfect
We don’t need another neurotoxin
Making morals worthless
Paradise is fucked
And perfection makes me nervous
You can preach it from your pedestal
To all us damn insurgents

Seduce the girls with chemicals. Coerce the boys with cash
The flesh of years you feasted on is never coming back
There’s an app for every synapse and a cult for every code
Products portioned carefully to give them room to grow
Satisfy the masses, emulate desire
Allocate acquaintance by the contacts you acquire
Fallible intention is easily destroyed
Now that you’re attentive, do you feel paranoid?

Suspend your disbelief. Omit the context of defiance
Turn the other cheek until you’re forced to be reliant
Their condescension carries weight and structure is the key
Until at last you break and give the system what it needs
Convert the unbelievers. Castrate the unchaste
Purge the deviants in Hell. Rewrite the human race
Fill the seats with symbols. Stain the soil with rust
Send the sinners to their final judgment from above

Mechanistic madness
Delegate decay
Turn the volume up
‘Til the voices go away
Solid state substrate
Altering asymmetry
Murdering the concept
Of your individuality
Tolerance toxin
Minimize contact
Oxidative stress
Episodic class combat
Absolute protocol
Evolution overhaul
Horizontal transmission
Biological control

Prosecute the patriots. Write their names in red
Line them all up on the walls. Condescend the dead
Feed your fucking faces as they raise a distant flag
Call it a necessity for oil and bloody black
Acclimate the notion of infallible good will
Take advantage of devotion. Show the children how to kill
A million dormant war machines awaiting your command
Cost without discretion. Spill their loyalty on foreign sand

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