Dissident Saint

Chow For The Brainwashed

Dissident Saint


Chow For The Brainwashed
They speak their minds, the written truth
And only I can touch the pain
When the realization strikes my jaw
These words they spoke themsleves before!
These words they spoke themselves before...

And when you ask the next face which
Stares with it's blank expression back
Just like a broken record hear
These words they spoke themselves before!
These words they spoke themsleves before...

Without a word a child is born
And his subconscious mind is torn
And words they placed inside his brain
Will turn about until he takes them to his grave

Try looking deep into their eyes
Emotions vanished in the rain
And new emotions build on top
These words they've never heard before!
These words they've never heard before...

A cycle of unchanging wheels
Yields only to the public trend
And fills the emptiness inside
These words controlled the chains before!
These words controlled the chains before...

By recreations of the brain
These words will reappear again
The ones once placed inside his head
Will turn about until he takes them to his grave!

Like wrinkles on a piece of foil
Their throughts are straightened out to fit
Criteria made by ones who fear
These words they've never heard before!
These words they've never heard before...

They shape it to their heart's content
And jam the chow right down their throat
To wash down on the civil brain
These words I hear them again!
These words I hear them again...