What do we say as our brain starts to rot When the screen clicks on and your mind turns off Immeasurable amounts of time Pissed away in front of the light March on March on Free thought is gone Lost in the past Rotting away to keep the scum on the throne We are their weapon Their armour of bias We've lost our dreams Our voice has been silenced Take it back Think again Subconscious influence neither felt or known Warping the mind to keep the scum on the throne We are their weapon Their armour of bias We've lost our dreams Our voice has been silenced Turn it off Breathe it in Don't let those bastards win Don't let them win Ahhh March on