They want the fog to settle in our minds tonight
keep the right distance to keep us distracted
If we find their lies the'll simply be retracted
a sticky web of red tape
our hands are tied and ready for disposal
greed is running this train
while we're all out in the rain
Wool over my eyes men behind the curtain hide
laws seal my lips
cameras record my trips
they say this is for our protection
funny i don't remember telling YOU about my erection
on the phone, i will feign key words like "explosion" then book
chase me! i'm a goose!
maybe in my flight ill get out of this fog
fly above the clouds, see you for what you truly are.
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