A nation filled, with manipulated minds set to obey.
In a world where no one is equal, salvation is known as a fabrication to you all.
Confide from justice and freedom.
Enslaved by despair, you are forgotten.
No voiced opinions, numbers not names.
Involuntary patriotism. X2
They pull the strings.
Twisting your minds to comply to their needs, blinding you from reality.
Mindless puppets hanging from your master’s strings.
There's a difference between, what you’re told and what you know.
No peace without order, no order without authority.
Generations born, into imprisonment.
Procreations sentenced to death, unable to use your brain.
When they control what you think or say,
the eye above the sky watches down on you,
watching your every move you make.
New denominations are born,
into profit from suffering.
Текст песни Face Your Maker Pawn
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