These days of man made ways
Forced upon us to the brink of insanity
They profit from the war and the weak
And break all of our integrity
They shall reign upon this day
With the fall of freedom not an ounce of dignity
The sad exchange of our rights for a false security
Is fucking killing me
In this
Synthetic
Order
Are we dead or dreaming?
As we fall into this grave
We are the voice of treason
Consciously waiting
For nothing
Fucking nothing
Synthetic
Order
Hand in hand with their rule and reign
Comes a price we all must pay
Forever indebted by deceit
Defiling our race
It's a fine time to replace
How they operate
Synthetic
Order
Are we dead or dreaming?
As we fall into this grave
We are the voice of treason
Consciously waiting
For nothing
Fucking nothing
(Fuck it up)
Synthetic
Order
Synthetic
Order
