Lyrics by William Simpkins, © 2009 Slavemason

They said I must lose my evil ways
But they’ll live right through my dying days
This battle’s got no point and won’t be won

The only way to make it good
Is to do the things that nobody would
And what’s the point of doing what’s been done?

This world,
And all that I hear
Are secrets of their game

My life,
And all that I fear
Will never be the same

I once heard a tale about the way it is
But I would not listen to all that biz
Until I saw it all around

I know a thing about living free
And I didn’t think this would happen to me
But now I see the shit that’s going down

This world,
And all that I hear
Are secrets of their game

My life,
And all that I fear
Will never be the same

Take a look around
You’ll see it all before your eyes
And then you’ll wonder why
You never saw it before

The silence of the blind
It’s yours if you want it
When they want us we’ll oblige
We’ll give them what they want to see

We’ll show them that we know the drill!

“From the ancient skies
Is the truth being their lies
We left a place behind
To take over this one”

It’s all in disguise
The Eye of the Beholder
Take another look
Our thoughts are what they want to kill

We’ll show them that we know the drill!
We know the drill.

Ever wonder why,
The TV makes you dumber?
Have you ever asked why the press is the blindest?

Look for their eyes,
Soon on every corner
They say for your own good,
But that is what they want to sell

We know the drill.