say they're scared to indivdualize their minds in these new ways few people with many faces you just cant trust well they'll try, and try again they wont beat us [Chorus] your image
through Was that changing of the guard Bearer of the new flame Begging what's my name Who's to blame We're under complete control You taught us all when
to shut us up and rest assure an obviously panicked media machine is testing the will of a country so unsure mission complete we lost control suddenly
It's always darkest before it goes Completely black I'm older now so I should know You never can look back But the scars of childhood memories Dominate
a hole, enslaved by emptiness Fist clenched tight, though I'm not alone They're always here, controlling my thoughts Every sense, every sound, every image
misinformation A systematic denial of the crystalline To see the fine grain, to read the hidden words The context of parallel truth devoid of fragmentation Our light induced image
been distorted and mocked, Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus. * Up against the rows of grey robots who control our lives The
Yo when times get trifle, I'm subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to Bibles Livin' holy, but currency seem to control
bogey Yo when times get trifle, I'm subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle Other retreat to bibles, living holy But currency seem to control
: Yo when times get trifle I'm subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles Livin' holy, but currency seem to control
annihilation "Imagine" Imagine there's no heaven, It's easy if you try, No hell below us, Above us only sky, Imagine all the people living for today... Imagine
aphrodisiac wars against the soul Fulfilling strategies of complete control From the deep [unverified] of a darkened mind Twistedly emerge images of
' for you White witch, white witch Taking your souls White witch, white witch Taking control Aah aah aah Yeah yeah Taking my soul Taking control She's taking control
on earth We're the expression Of hate and rebirth The death incarnate Massacra The gods of hate We are We are the madness Which controls your brain We are the image
and, being a drummer himself, he started to imagine in his mind a snare drum pattern that followed that beat. He was not completely awaken and the snare beats he was imaging
I just didn't fit in to my father's plans. And as I grew older the constant comparison between my brother and myself left little doubt who was the image
didn't fit in to my father's plans. And as I grew older the constant comparison between my brother and myself left little doubt who was the image of
[Verse 1:] In the beginning, I remember that God made man Crafted in his image, with his own hands Then out of mans rib, came the woman The creatures