Take my hand My vision's clear I won't pretend The truth is near I have no idea why we are here The only thing I have is imagery I'll pass it on Pass it on So they won't know What's going on They clogged our pores Poured our soul In a jar Served best cold Sold They clogged our pores Poured our soul In a jar Served best cold Sold They will use our fears And whisper softly They'll plant their ideas It will sound so easy They clogged our pores Poured our soul In a jar Served best cold Sold They clogged our pores Poured our soul In a jar Served best cold Sold I taste the bitterness of your palm Unable to lead me blindly I taste the bitterness Of your palm Unable to mute me