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Theatre of Obedience

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Pull up a broken seat Fill up a shallow cup with lies Eat poison A plastic stage engulfs the empty sockets that once housed the eyes The blood-red lights enticing with manipulative cries You'd better pick a side and Engage this deceptive pantomime Reality is you don't choose a side But you are forced to pick a mask, now it's Act I: bring on the saviour! Act II: hang up the traitor! Euurrgh! False debates on plastic stages Millionaires act poor in cages Scripted lines - applause signs flash While cities burn and empires crash The crowd is fed and satisfied They're stuffed and ready to comply Distract, ensure they won't ask why Just puppets fill this theatre Strings are pulling strings in here You cunts! Vote, divide, then look away You clap before they start the play Same faces, different lies portrayed With painted devils crowned as kings now Dance for your system Slave for your worthless pay Dance at the altar of betrayal as your life decays March for your puppets Seek what you're taught to crave Laugh at denial Smile as you rot away Act I: bring on the saviour! Act II: hang up the traitor! Quick interval, then it's Act III: time to kneel down as the banker takes it all Crowd left choking on their vomit as the curtain starts to fall They took it all Every inch Every sliver of the voice you thought a god In the end, it was the devil who called In the end, it was the devil who called your name You fucking worshipped like a rat, and now you're trapped In an endless ego you cannot dissolve No matter where you look, they just distract with no resolve No worth for the watchers of the theatre That leech upon the parasitic leaders, feasting on their intellect Staring at the stage as they implant and then dissect Incision of the numbed Implantation of the dumbed It was always time for Act III, don't get it twisted, imbeciles Brain sliced, always Pre-defined cuts that map out the obedience of spectators Final act now, curtain drops with the heartbeats of the audience Mask, stitched to face Drink the last drop END on the script "Here lies a slave" Etched to the grave The final curtain drops With a grave on the top Here lies a slave Etched, charged at a cost END on the script You drink until the last drop Corrosive clapping Organs dissolving Stitching the mask to the face Now you're a disgrace