Gunshot Wound - Publisher, Perish lyrics

rate me

Heil, myth and spite; read left to right<br />

I'm just a number but that's what you think.<br />

But numbers don't lie, so true and for years<br />

Now we think that's it's time.<br />

Conquer and divide<br />

Seize the machines and get ready to die.<br />

Words on the page; fanning the flames<br />

Their engines combust and our history's made<br />

Packaged and praised, sent to the children with no questions raised<br />

This general malaise.<br />

It's sneaking in our hearts this time we won't have strength to fight it out<br />

And let's simply erase our days.<br />

The truth that died in olden times, the privileged all agreed upon a lie.<br />

Betrayed our trust, turned their backs on us.<br />

They don't want you to read and understand<br />

The composition of their slight of hand.<br />

Because if we educate and infiltrate into<br />

Their groups, and what will they be left to do.<br />

Sit back and stare and realize<br />

The commoners; it's vile how they multiply.<br />

What new device can we utilize?<br />

Analyze, to catalyze.<br />

To win their hearts and fake the facts<br />

The less they know, the less they're likely to react.<br />

We've got them by the throats now, and they know it.<br />

The truth will be perceived by the way that we show it<br />

And now, our future's facing allocation.<br />

No gods in modern education.