Soldiers Of Decay

What if I had colour

In a world of black and white.

What if our perspective

Is according to our sight.

What if what we think we know

Is propagated lies.

What if all the things they show

Is programming your mind?

Institutionalized societies.

Government-funded atrocities.

Weaponize the books they teach.

Keep the truth just out of reach.

A curriculum of division.

This ain't about mathematics.

Instilling their derision.

Creating corporate lunatics.

Do as they say, Not as they do.

They know better, what's good for you.

You should be seen, but never heard.

Don't question them, just take their word.

Silence is their golden rule.

Violence, the enforcement tool.

Get in line, come join the herd.

Your eyes are fine but your vision's blurred.

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Riots, in the streets today.

Triggered by the things they say.

Freedom, They will take away.

With our children's blood, we pay.

A path of destruction and disarray.

The aftermath of their dismay.

Their touch turns pure gold into clay...

The Soldiers of Decay.

Watch them march into the fray...

The Soldiers of Decay.

What if what I told you

Conflicts with what's been taught.

What if I could lead you

To the things that have been sought.

What if cooperation

Is it a set-up for the fall?

What if indoctrination

Hides the writing on the wall.

Professing to be wise, the ease

Of fooling naive minds, must cease.

The psychobabble they will teach.

Force you to eat that sour peach.

It's not their decision.

Let's add what they subtract.

So many lack the vision

To see our future is under attack.

Buy what they make for you to buy.

The supersize the corporate lie.

Invest your life, your health your time.

What's yours is ours. What's mine is mine?

Submission is what they want from you.

Never mind the things they do.

Scan your hand and get in line.

They ask you to leave free will behind.

[Chorus]

Virus is the way they prey.

Ignore what those in the media say.

With Freedom, we should never pay,

For false security today.

A sty of corruption is where they play.

A global game of keep away.

Their touch turns pure gold into clay...

The Soldiers of Decay.

Watch them March into the fray...

The Soldiers of Decay.

Riots, in the streets today.

Triggered by the things they say.

Freedom, They will take away.

With our children's blood, we pay.

A path of destruction and disarray.

The aftermath of their dismay.

Their touch turns pure gold into clay...

The Soldiers of Decay.

Empty shells, of those betrayed...

The Soldiers of Decay.