Free The Adequate Seven

Yes, its the year five hundred and eleven
Undead empire versus adequate seven
The power elite existence is real
Thriving on the passive, clouds over what we feel
A common aim: subvert establishment
Blood for your gain is the message being sent
All hope is lost and with no way out
Buried alive unless we voice the doubt
Illusion of our progress doesn't seem so new at all
The order becomes stronger and its soothing as we fall
Struggle from your hold upon the mind of the oppressed
Counterculture of dissent continues without rest
Times have changed but some have changed more than most
Humans in the world are borken by the ghost
Shocking past, but with principles the same
As many people die and its gotta new name
There's a wealth few, necessarily content
But blood for your gain is the message being sent
Understand that some people have no choice
Wake your consciousness and realise your voice
As long as i stay silent
You're acting in my name
We'll rise above the violence
Let my perceptions change
As long as i stay silent
You're acting in my name
This lack of compassion for your own benefit
And the sake of corporate gain
Stop this