Choices

yes, its the year five hundred and eleven

undead empire versus adequate seven

the power elite existence is real

thriving on the passive, clouds over what we feel

a common aim: subvert establishment

blood for your gain is the message being sent

all hope is lost and with no way out

buried alive unless we voice the doubt 

illusion of our progress doesn't seem so new at all

the order becomes stronger and its soothing as we fall

struggle from your hold upon the mind of the oppressed

counterculture of dissent continues without rest 

times have changed but some have changed more than most

humans in the world are borken by the ghost

shocking past, but with principles the same

as many people die and its gotta new name

there's a wealth few, necessarily content

but blood for your gain is the message being sent

understand that some people have no choice

wake your consciousness and realise your voice 

as long as I stay silent

you're acting in my name

we'll rise above the violence

let my perceptions change

as long as I stay silent

you're acting in my name

this lack of compassion for your own benefit

and the sake of corporate gain 

stop this