Up on top rain falls in a sedative form
Soaking the masses from warm
A means of addiction will be your means of power
Grounded with submission
So we won't seek a truth
Clear the smoke from my eyes
Clean the toxins from my mind
For today try to escape this disease
Which can't flee
Give us your habits
Medicine our thoughts
Let us play this game
In which we already lost
Set up must fold
Set up kill
Your control falls