in this place we find each other a tribute to the wise who view with open eyes expose the lies of our brothers misled and lost between the surface and the screen
We are not alone to defy we stand and those who push us down will die
Under a blackened sky We light the torches and we hear the sound of the soundtrack to the rebellion We break the silence and we make the sound of the soundtrack to the rebellion
they sit and suck the tit of power they claim it for us all but keep it within walls these men aim to slowly devour and they lock you into sleep while silently they reap
They lie! Don't hear their blinded words of dread The phantoms you fear they put inside your head