They use you, they exploit you,
they try to forward you,
to make their own gains
they don't care who slain.
I've become their martyr.
Tool try to share their Fame,
to care just the same
but were shot down in flames,
in the midst of their Glory
because they told a different story.
They tried to control
using people for Patrol,
they preach freedom and equality,
but they don't practice such qualities. They take your rights to live,
your freedom of speech,
your freedom to play,
it becomes such an unhappy day.
They only support you when you forward their own policies,
their own message.
They dress you up
and put you on stage, but what the people don't see is we in a cage.
A place of no sympathy, no understanding, no care, the cross becomes too much to bear.
They grin and shake your hand,
whilst you give it your all and mortgage your land.
They taunt and bully,
Trying to drive you mad,
but ensure should you take your own life, that you left them "glad". Subliminally they say use your own vehicle, so the records show it was "accidental".
Meanwhile you're crying, screaming, and shouting to be heard,
they drown you out, and say it's for the birds.