Remission - Controlled | Текст песни

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• Remission
• Controlled

Seeing is believing.
My mind won't fit the mold
imposed since early childhood.
I refuse to be controlled.

Question what you're told
and the future is yours to own.

Spread of false creations
is getting out of hand.
People thinking by themselves
is what really should expand.

I refuse to be controlled.