Stab these antennas in my head
And a thousand government watchdogs
Are barking at my door
I shall deny no more
The existence of a greater evil

Tune me in so that I may see again
The ****** broadcasts of what I would imagine hell is like
Just like tonight
When silence besets my windowsill
And snow pours forth into my bloodshot eyes
So cold out there in the darkness
Where every winking star's a satellite

Looking down upon the fallen masses
Images so troublesome and more to come
A swift and steady marching army
Onward! We die tonight!
Fall in men!
Keep moving!
Move out!

And so on, it goes on
We tamper with our
"God-given" boundaries
Shock therapy

And can you see the dead eagles,
All piled in the courtyard?
Some melancholy symbol of our chaos.