"Another drone killed some villager too far away" That's all my tele-screen had for me to say today, Right before I was told to better run and buy If I wanted demands in supply. Don't be afraid. You're born into this game and then lead astray. Don't run, don't hide: Refuse to play. Don't be afraid. We'll all rise up above the grain And take off our blinders in the light of day. This consensus trance is all around, Fueled by liquid death from underground. Complacent, ignoring inaction, Blind to what is wrong. Conformed and distracted, Mass-media circus, transgenic bread... This will end in dread. Mass-media will tell you that you're wrong And still muchly, mostly ignored. The manufacture of consent: Being brainwashed and perverted intellect. This ecocidal culture has gone insane And now it's time to rise.