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THE WALKING DEAD

Seeing croweds of people, jealousy and hate
Brainwashed every single day
Living without puropose, judging and have no fate
Dressed up in media devices to tell you what to say
That's how the puppets play
Behave, get in line, next stop; the walking dead
Greedy pigs, no soul, no heart, diseases they spread
Trust the voice, mediocre, apathetic, reading the shript from a ghostwriter
Propaganda, wonderful red tape, discount to the subscriber
Illusions, lies and directed lights, in shadow the truth lies
Audience watching with blind eyes
Sickness, poison, on the dying they feed
Injections, medications, the big mass they lead
The teacher in the classroom; "Repeat after me"
Drill the students, this is the key
Our Mother doesn't belong to reality
Tell the children they are disconnected
Powerless, separated, the box is perfected
Suspicious minds, they are rejected
If you don't fit in, you're defected
Insane, unreliable and infected
Educate how to use the living beings, how to love material things
Flying free? Break off the black bird's wings
Cut down all the trees, oxygen is nothing of need
Write on paper "save the planet", hypocrites indeed
The smokescreen of enchantment, beautiful, sparkling, excitement
Sit down, relax, make yourself homestead
The show goes on, are you entertained? Watch the puppets get trained
Sschy, silence, behave, get in line,
next stop; the walking dead.




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Publicerad 2018-03-29 09:16



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