Did it hurt when you died
or did you not notice
Only, we missed the countdown and so we fell
out of
sync
The beginning was a false start
Chattel hurriedly march onward to their demise
Maniacal laughter from the radio chatter
and the afterthought master, pulled strings faster
Cloning programs in the desert
Phone record credit
(your birth certificate is just a receipt)
This year, the year of somebodies lord
many facts come forward
many facets of the reward scheme
of institutionalised regimes
Your terrorist masters in the government houses
mastermind crises or create all these lifeless..
Sing it two times for the slaves in the system
and their families that miss them
The Queen's Christmas manifesto
Ghost written in a conference in Austria
This is your controlled system
But you'll try not to listen
Unless there's a fire beat, something to make you move your feet
Unholy march of the lonely,
Masquerade of the only...
...and when the end finally rears, when the years stop, drop
pop and lock
We'll be dancing
and the lights will be dimmed
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
Did it hurt when you died
or did you not notice
Only, we missed the countdown and so we fell
out of
sync
The beginning was a false start
Chattel hurriedly march onward to their demise
Maniacal laughter from the radio chatter
and the afterthought master, pulled strings faster
Cloning programs in the desert
Phone record credit
(your birth certificate is just a receipt)
This year, the year of somebodies lord
many facts come forward
many facets of the reward scheme
of institutionalised regimes
Your terrorist masters in the government houses
mastermind crises or create all these lifeless..
Sing it two times for the slaves in the system
and their families that miss them
The Queen's Christmas manifesto
Ghost written in a conference in Austria
This is your controlled system
But you'll try not to listen
Unless there's a fire beat, something to make you move your feet
Unholy march of the lonely,
Masquerade of the only...
...and when the end finally rears, when the years stop, drop
pop and lock
We'll be dancing
and the lights will be dimmed
When those oblivion drums hit
Like a deep cut trap beat
You know the end is lit
and you will see your master's deceit
