Prism

Watching you undress Electric eyes all over you Watching you sleep Searching faces for a clue Oh son, you will make your country proud You are my eyes and ears Oh son, the war is all around You are my eyes and ears Oh son, you will make your country proud You are my eyes and ears Oh son, the war is all around I will take these vile scriptures And spread them to the masses I will paint these evil pictures And spread them to the masses I, am granted access Lives, are nothing but a number in our machines I, am always asking Why, are we always hiding behind a screen Oh son, you are my eyes and ears You'll make your country proud Oh son, you are my eyes and ears The war is all around Oh son, you are my eyes and ears You'll make your country proud Oh son, you are my eyes and ears I will take these vile scriptures And spread them to the masses I will paint these evil pictures And spread them to the masses I will take these vile scriptures And spread them to the masses I will paint these evil pictures And spread them to the masses These words will be my undoing Unfold a world enveloped by fear The ties are cut from their nets Waves have taken them now We think we have nothing to hide Oh how we've never been so wrong I've witnessed unspeakable things Now I must blow the whistle and set us free