Hit The Switch. The March Of Dissent. Zeneszám

These are the words nullified by my superiors
withstanding the machines oligarchy,
project my dissent, the concern for humanitarian beliefs
we don't agree with present law

The Fight never ends when were not aware, to late to go it alone
the need for socialization, exceeded by illusion
the march is on for new decree!

Were on the brink almost extinct, reluctant to protest an elite,
tradition of disease, the stance is not so great, when they control
your fate, all is lost to their will!