Vinyl Crisis

Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
You can’t see me
But you can feel me.
Puppeteers, they facilitate
We’re robots that obey
We are the slaves
Controlled by them.
Hypnotized
And follow the sign
They won’t ever compromise
Living within this carnage,
We stood above to kneel, we are all pretentious,
We are leaders
We are our own slaves
Oh saviour!
This salvation
Lies on us
Lies on us
We stood above to kneel, we are all pretentious And where sickness thrives
Bad things come along
These war within us will keep on subsisting
This string of notion let us survive, so grab and bite it, dispose above
everything
Lust and faith
It collides
All the time,
We stood above to kneel, we are all pretentious Amygdala