Out in the fields where the shadows run deep, they planted a lie we were too blind to keep.
Flag in the wind, but the stars feel wrong. A trojan horse rolls while we hum and song.
For us dumb the hinges, truss and decay. The walls ain't hiding, they're out in the day.
The war's on us, it's in our homes. In the wires and the words and the cold grey drones.
A beast in the system, a fire in the sky. It's not a question of when. It's a matter of why.
A plastic grand, seldom peace while the battle begins. A tyrant's coat in the circuit's home.
The battle hymns written in the algorithms drum. Look for the smoke, you'll see the gears.
A face on the screen, but it feeds on our fears. A war in the system, a fire in the sky.
It's not a question of where the smoke, you'll see the gears. A face on the screen, but it feeds on our fears.
Widers in the words and the cold grey drones. A beast in the system, a fire in the sky.
It's not a question of when. It's a matter of why.