In this book of days we wrote there are no missing entries
We watched capital crimes take place right in front of out hand-picked sentries
This procession has gone on too long
Marching step by step behind the brass baton
Thing you can't follow always try to include you
Signals so hollow, broadcast just to delude you
Don't stand down
In this book of years we read there are no torn out pages
We watched waves of fear and dread proclaimed by our own state sages
Everyone becomes content with lesser joys
Maybe now it's time to disclaim the national noise
Thing you can't follow always try to include you
Signals so hollow, broadcast just to delude you
Don't stand down