In a moment of weakness they've gone for the throatnPrayers answered for the ruling classes, and we swallowed them wholenHeads down and hands up our need for safety has been hijacked againnThey've got their fingers on the pulse of our mourning with knives poisednDecide- right now -which side you're on, invest our freedom in failure by designnHands tied with pleasure now we're choking on their cumnGuided deception allegiance to a goalnThat never mattered until they told us sonBlowback has blown back into our face and ignited a warnOn home turf between control and our free will lines are drawnnRelease the dogs, they've picked up the scent, moving in for the killnUnchained and hungry teeth ready to feastnRelease the dogs