They will not control us
We will be victorious
Paranoia is in bloom
The PR transmissions will resume
They try to push drugs and keep us all dumbed down
And hope that we will never see the truths around
(Come on)
Another promise, another seed
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
(Come on)
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be cictorious
Come on
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