Conceived unto a paradigm of
Technological pinnical
Where hierarchy preaches to thee
We are elite and we are free
But can't you catch their sarcastic cadence
Broadcasted plays of political dance
Capture populations in a puppeteer trance
Time to think for yourself you know it our last chance
Now chemicals descend
Atmospheric molecular bend
Inhale the aluminium
Exhale the world we become
So as you see this world
Is not what it is taught to be
So reprogram your destiny
Your time belongs to thee
Fight back with your heart
Resistance is an art
And generations of change
Will start to march
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