So you think you've got it all figured out,
Think again.
The lines are drawn, the banner's raised,
Where do you stand.
We must rise against this tyranny,
This souless mechanised conspiracy,
Of the divine machine.
I have come to make all men free,
It is my manifest destiny.
Confession, Obsession,
You're great to lose them all this way,
Inflections of a genius,
Does it matter is there any other way?
Yeah Yeah!!
How does one judge a saint or a madman,
Define sanity.
It all depends on what majorities perceive,
And what they believe...
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