Tell a tale of whispers A pocket full of lies The chant is one of hundreds The story is still the same A string of moronic beings Packaged in a line. One mouth, one movement, one mind Bodies moving in time "Tell us how to think" "Tell us how to live" Open brains Wanting to be filled With the rhythm of a thousand other lives No fresh breath is breathed No new words are spoke A crime to live Outside the norm A hanging offence to scream Don't cry freedom Just march on We have been told throughout our lives There is no other way Tell a tale of whispers A pocket full of lies The chant is one of hundreds The story is still the same A string of moronic beings Packaged in a line.
