all the little seeds that you sowednin the dark are fully grownnfully sparked they’re all the ragenin the machine agenwith their halogen hate andntheir space-age facenthey’ve come to take you downntake your placenndirty film clip loopnretrograde crap shootnnever know what you’ll findnin the back of your mind the gapnbetween the truth telling liesnpurple static hazed eyesnturn it off, kill the lightnturn it out, what’s the scoreni’m not blind but i can’t see shit anymorennwanna spread my smear all across your earsnsing star-spangled tatter chant chatter cheernneverything is coming to a boiling point your gun at the eye of the sun and your daughters on the run across your screen-burned wasteland where the liar lies down with the lambnfor a scam, what’s the scoreni’m not blind but i can’t see shit anymorenndo you want to be free or do you want to be right?