So it all began, with all bruised and broken, bleeding.
I should have listened to her, so hard to keep control.
She asked to take my hand, I turned, just keep on walking.
But you'd do the same thing in the circumstance.
I'm sure you'll understand....
Hypnotic sound of sirens, echoing through the street
the marching of the feet.
You suddenly see your world on fire!!!
Don't try to act surprised,
We did just what you told us
Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies...
I should have listened to her, so hard to keep control.
She asked to take my hand, I turned, just keep on walking.
But you'd do the same thing in the circumstance.
I'm sure you'll understand....
Hypnotic sound of sirens, echoing through the street
the marching of the feet.
You suddenly see your world on fire!!!
Don't try to act surprised,
We did just what you told us
Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies...
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence
In hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism
Terve see tekst peaks väljendama seda, et meie maailm koosneb valedest. Seda, et keegi ei valeta, on kah juba üks suur vale juu. Lõpuks on lihtsalt nii hilja, et ennemgi kui aru saame oleme katnud ennast valedega....ja jõudnud pole me kuhugi kaugemale kui ainult algusesse tagasi. Meil kõigil on võimalik seda propagandat, revionismi, vägivalda näha hi-def ultra realsena. Me kõik oleme selle osad. Aga lihtsalt tuleb igal ühel välja nuputada oma ellujäämise võti. Seda tehes ei ole enam neid piire mis takistavad meid praegu....
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