"Our impulses are being redirected. We are living in an artificially induced state of consciousness that resembles sleep [] the poor and the underclass are growing. Racial justice and human rights are nonexistent. They have created a repressive society and we are their unwitting accomplices their intention to rule rests with the annihilation of consciousness."
Somewhere in the end of all this hate
There's a light ahead that shines into this
Grave that's in the end of all this pain
In the night ahead, there's a light upon this
House on a hill, the living, living still,
Their intention is to kill and they will, they will
But the children are doing fine, I think about them all the time
Until they drink the wine and they will, they will, they will
Somewhere in the end we're all insane
To think that light ahead will save us from this
Grave that's in the end of all this pain
In the night ahead, there's a light upon this
House on a hill, the living, living still,
Their intention is to kill and they will, they will
But the children are doing fine, I think about them all the time
Until they drink the wine and they will, they will, they will
I am not afraid, I won't burn out in this place
My intention is to fade and I will, I will
In this house on a hill, the dead are living still,
Their intention is to kill and they will, they will
Keep your children safe inside, out of pocket, out of mind
Until they drink the wine and they will, they will, they will
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