The clamour and the clatter of incensed keys

Can bring a nation to its knees

On the wings of a lethal icon, bird of prey

It's a sign of the times when bedlam rules

When the masses condone pompous fools

And the scales of justice tip in disarray

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Matters of fact fall on deaf ears

While the bitter mobs ramp up their fears

Go creeping round those corridors of power

As the dead heads gladly suffer sins

While the euthanising then begins

The clock is ticking down to doomsday hour

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Alien nations gleam

Cybertronic schemes

Fibre optic mass hypnotic

Wild neurotic memes

Cynicism greed is what you're fed

Disconnecting from the world wide web

It don't matter about your choice

'Cause all you've got is an empty voice

And there's no way left to tell what's right from wrong

There's still time left to do what's right

Eliminate those parasites

And force your mind amidst the angry throng

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Disconnect the system

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Euthanise the brain

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Blind synthetic wisdom

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Digitally criminally insane

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Panic Attack