They subsidize your nightclubs and they subsidize your malls.
 They herd and brand the masses within painted prison walls.
 Until your freedom of assembly becomes the missiles they create,
Or just mass delusion dancing to this music that you fucking hate.

 But I'm not the same.
  I'm not a pat of your fucking machine.
I'll jeopardize their dream.
 I'd rather be imprisoned in a George-Orwellian world,
Than this pacified society of  happy boyz and gurlz.
  I'd rather know my enemies and let you know the same.
  Whose windows to smash,
And whose tires to slash,
And where to point the fucking blame.

One future.
 Two choices:
Oppose them or let them destroy us.