Gasping for air. A lie This life's grip on us is closing in on our sense of reality You are the prophet, I have been sent here, to warm you of your demise We've lose the instruction manual that dictates our right to live freely You will thank us tomorrow, for what's been done today Survival forced us to take control Grasping us by our throat But in the end these ruins have left all but peace was that not the point? No one will be content with the outcome of our course of action You are the prophet, you have been chosen, to come here and rectify Without your aid we would all become lost You will thank us tomorrow For what's been done today Survival forced us to take control Grasping us by our throat But in the end these ruins have left all but peace was that not the point? In this life you would love to believe you're important but no, we are just primitive biped jumping on the bed of our futures Lets take a bow We are just another carbon copy Do not walk blinded tonight The time has come To rectify You will thank us tomorrow, For what's been done today Live your life free Free