Up on top rain falls in a sedative form

Soaking the masses from warm

A means of addiction will be your means of power

Grounded with submission

So we won't seek a truth

Clear the smoke from my eyes

Clean the toxins from my mind

For today try to escape this disease

Which can't flee

Give us your habits

Medicine our thoughts

Let us play this game

In which we already lost

Set up must fold

Set up kill

Your control falls