Nodes Of Ranvier. The Years To Come. The Dawning Age. Zeneszám

As we bow to soverignity, I'm feeling programmed by your....
Carry me away. Take me away from here.
My head has got the best of me again.
But now I'm finding, damn your lying.
This charade has got to end.
Through organized deception, we become investments.
As an attempt to commercialize pain.
Have we no shame? As we bow to sovereignity.
Flesh and bone machines worked their way in me.
This competition, forced opinion takes its toll on me.
The dawning age of dehumanization.
As we bow to sovereignity, I'm feeling programmed tuned by your lies.
Swallow the light, lies it feels warm inside.
Through organized deception, we've become investments.
There's no moving me. Right here is where I'll be.
It's gonna take more than words to get a rise from me.
There's no moving me. Swallow the light. Lies. It feels warm inside.
Swallow the light. Lies. They mudered the mind.
Murdering minds. Lies....... it feels warm inside.
Plastic silicone goddess. International tele-violence.
Neurological battering offense. Mutilation of the conscience.
The only reception clear to me, is this longing for eternity.