Letras:
Assück Blindspot

The treadmill of your pathetic life rolls on. The world is a series of cages and the people a nation of jailers. The blindspot encircles us all.

The pigment of imagination has been woven into the fabric of constitution (Article I, Section II). Our framework has been dictated in black and white

The clowns are now the ringmasters backed with the arsenal of the economy. Our ears are plugged when we speak the tongue of reality. Failure to accept

Speaking in the name of decaying foundation. Thoughts of mass sterilization, distorting choices for a dreamlike salvation. Factory made humans, plastic

The process of revolution has already littered the streets of Leningrad. The indivisible masses have been victimized by the pages of their own history

I look at all the faceless. I see the pleasures of the lifeless. A witness to a passing phase of those who ruled my days. You're now in line joining

Along with the art of conquest and domination, we have developed the absolute science of ignorance and bound it in text of generations of the unthinking

Military livestock bred to expand state control. The underclass, suppressed, underprivileged and lured by incentive. Church and state, hand in hand,

Hiding behind the thin veil of religious insecurity. Searching for answers where questions have no meaning. Petrified by seclusion, fear of uncertainty