Paroles
They say there's a sky above
Can you see it
From the hole they've dug?
Gotta have a soul first to sell
Everyone's got a story
And they're dying to tell it
In the land of blame
New cells with new strings
Division and doubt is what they crave
So fucking lost in a web of shit
There's almost no one left
That won't get caught in it
Slaves to the screen
Disciples of greed
They want our end
And they have the means
Slaves to the screen
Injustice machines
Slaves to the screen
Fanatics and fiends
Disarmed by the powers that be
When there's no one left to trust
It's us against us
Leaders crown with false patriotic wreaths
Spewing promises of opportunity
Disillusioned, we imprison those
Who numb their hearts
And minds just to cope
It's plain to see they don't even care
Erasing equality, dismissing what's fair
History forgotten conveniently
Is destined to happen again repeatedly
Slaves to the screen
Disciples of greed
They want our end
And they have the means
Slaves to the screen
Injustice machines
Slaves to the screen
Fanatics and fiends
Disarmed by the powers that be
What there's no one left to trust
It's us against us
We are all just caught
In the injustice machine