Enchained
From birth with curtain on their eyes
Despite the years of screaming
Their pain the time won't fade away
Generation's journey
Towards the end
Blinded eyes hailing machine
Of censored information
Dead silence
Inner world is smothered
Minds slowly growing torpid
By the tranquilizing hum
Ooh!
Enslaved
By the systematic lies
Your heart
You choose to silence
Are you the master
Of your own will
With thoughts programmed
By ones behind the screen
Dead silence
Inner world is smothered
Minds slowly growing torpid
By the tranquilizing hum
Ooh!
Dead silence
Inner world is smothered
Sceptical mind
Programmed by ones you deny
The days of youth go by
Night falls upon all life
So, what will be left
As the days of youth go by
Hand of the father
Or spine-chilling fear of the unknown...
