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 & freedom
Enslaved by despair
You are forgotten
No voiced opinions
Numbers not names
Involuntary patriotism
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 & 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
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