I've got war on my mind all the time
A fuckin' a slave to the bottom line
Do you recognize that sound?
That's your little white lie breaking down
It's coming back around
Selling us shit, hand over fist, we're sitting ducks and I'm sick of it
Do you really think you know what's up?
I'll turn it upside down
I'm a guillotine waiting for the head that wears the crown Just don't look down
It's coming back around
Selling us shit, hand over fist, we're sitting ducks and I'm sick of it
Remain oblivious, and reset assured they'll take our silence as permission
Is it still called "control" when it's for our own protection?
I've got war on my mind all the time, all the time, all the time, all time
I've got war on my mind all the time, all the time, all the time, all time