(Lyrics):
Congregate to correlate this 'brotherhood of norm'
Orchestrate 'what we love to hate' and watch the masses form
Line up the bodies, watch them fall
As the blind man shouts, "I will lead you all"
Right
I hear the same old words ringing in my head, and its deafening
Hows that
Appropriate
Through those eyes, you criticize a world you can not see
So take my hand and you will find; submit to lust and lechery
Cling to your little world of proper
As youre pointing your finger; pass the blame.
Why
Becoming, i will penetrate this silent synthetic stare as ignorance is bliss
Hows that
Appropriate