Change the channel by rotating the blade

Unlearn the program by the cuts you made

Patterns of biased hosts, mascara smeared on parasites of clones

The Fog of War, self-manifesting vapors distilled through whores –repeated in the papers

Hold close what was once yours

Desperate, through force, no choice

Control the opposition

Built to separate, divided, sectioned off

Light from the static, beckoning the moth

Built to separate

Divided, Sectioned off, Light from the static beckons the moth

Authority lies to itself first

It's victims can now know thirst to be quenched with shoveled dirt, then packed down in The earth

Patterns of biased hosts

Prescribed demise fed through the pipeline

Covered in grime, every orifice defiled

Raw iron shank, wrought with rust and decay

Discordance within confinement

In accordance with defilement

Stop faking that smile, narrow your gaze

Cut anyone down that's in your way

Accept that we lie straight to your face

Control the opposition

Desperate, No voice

Control the Opposition

Silenced, No Choice

Control the opposition

Choking on a prospective illusion

A fail safe

A stalemate

A counter-revolution