In a moment of weakness they've gone for the throat prayers answered for the ruling classes, and we swallowed them whole heads down and hands up our need for safety has been hijacked again they've got their fingers on the pulse of our mourning with knives poised decide - right now - which side your on invest our freedom in failure by design hands tied with pleasure now we're choking on their cum guided deception allegience to a goal that never mattered until they told us so blowback has blown back in our face and ignited a war on home turf between control and our free will lines are drawn release the dogs, they've picked up the scent moving in for the kill unchained and hungry teeth ready to feast.