"Why can't the see what I see, why can't they hear the lies?
Maybe the fee is too pricey for them to realize
Your disguise is slipping, I think you're slipping.
Now that your savior is still as the grave you're beginning to fear me,
Like cavemen fear thunder I still have to wonder can you really hear me?
I bring you pain, the kind you can't suffer quietly.
Fire up your brain, remind you inside your rioting society is slipping.
Everything's slipping, away." |