Paranoia of the Soul

Look at the lightning in the sky
Listen to the sound of the storm as it makes you cry
You'll find the reason for your weakness
Or you'll ever stay speechless

You pay the bill, you take the pill,..
Upon the hill, you really think you can chill
until you realize you're in their pocket
And they own the strings of your puppet.

And then you shout, you howl, you're out to growl.
You fight them all for your rights and freedom.
Those fools try to control your life.
Easy as a criminal with sharpened knives

No shame, no blame for the man who plays
This game with our names, our money, our days
They'll never repay, for all the shit they lay
But no dismay, make sure all is paid.

Tell'em the last king is dead.
We've got the same rights
Tell'em the last king is dead

Forget the past and wake up.
Still fighting to the end against waste and privilege.
Forget the story they told us.
All their heroes ordered to kill and dominate but it's not a game.

And they'll pay for what they've done
A pack of lies that they have spun
Hunting the weak to control
Paranoia of the soul

They talk about gods and terrorism
Use the differences for racism
Like the old black plague for a cataclysm
It's the brand new wave for journalism

Pay no attention to these frauds
They'll just light a fire and be gone
They'll watch us fight each other from afar
As they seek out the next enemy for their war

Now, I don't want to believe
We're too good, too blind, too naive
We've got to stay ready and one day
stop them be'fore they leave