1. INTO THE FANGS OF LUNACY

Our leaders lead us on . . .

Watching the death of all I have left
Behind me the dead, the pleasure it fled
Innocent eyes stare through me with lies
And I stare into the fangs of lunacy

I stare into the fangs of lunacy

Watching till the death of all I stare into mine
The screen it flickers messages subliminal mind
Oblivious absorb the lies, stare through me with open eyes
And I stare back in distain

See me and I see you, whisper sweet nothings to me
I hear the lullaby distressing and oppressive
I tune into you, I tune out
I faze in, I haze out

I'm falling under your spell . . . .

Fallen . . . .

Watching from a distant shore line, watching from afar . . . .

So who do you trust, and who do you believe?
And how do you perceive, the innocent among them?
And the pillars of disease

And in the hour, in the hour of our need
Who will be our saviour, when we choose not to believe

Deception blossoms and propaganda they us feed
But what will you do when we choose not to believe

I choose not to believe . . . .