I run, they chase. Genetically modifying the master race. We are trapped, for it will always know your face. Anytime and any place. ****** recognition in your private space. Never overlook a clue and never leave a trace. For they will charge you with a premeditated sentence. Can we comprehend this as our fate, while others are being hurdled through these prison gates. Everyone can run but we'll never be hidden. This kind of knowledge is completely forbidden. We are the enemy as ponds set in place. So I run, yet they chase.
Think for yourself they'll tell you But you'll never agree Because you want no liberty Even though it is all or nothing, A willingness to die by those values But they'll tell you that you're incompetent Or special while they steal another set of data Quietly from the cradle And you'll think that's fine and okay As you watch another show and simply lay.
They want you to be politically minimal and vote the same Because it is cause for a simple aim, To vote for everything to be as it once was, The counter will buzz as the state lives on, The surface level is easy and quick and enjoyable, Just 140 characters of freedom are enough, Everything else is far too hard Because propaganda is still easy even in democracy Despite the fact that it's all ******* hypocrisy, We'll never be free until you're willing to see That in the empire of lies truth is treason.
I will disappear in fog and night Subdued in sound sleep And surprise Blinding lights Overwhelming might They will spirit me away And charge me with my crimes They will call me many names Even some that I may claim But none will be my own Traitor or subversive Criminal or defendant Or maybe Even something worse But I refuse to swear allegiance To the police state And fealty to the men Clad in black I will not submit Nor ever kneel down Though they may lay me On the ground But they don't know That I stole into the great hall of Valhalla In deepest dark of night And took with me One of their mighty spears Usurped their valor And added it to my might Now they will have to carry me Proudly on my shield Though my burning bier Be but a lonely cell It will be my burial And tonight I will dine In the great hall of Valhalla That place that still lives on In the mind of men