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Clutch the rifle

Cold sweat doused

Captive, never again

Society will know your story

There's no other choice

Cold sweat doused

Your prisoners, your audience

Society shall know your story

Still air, cold night, then all time stops. They descend from above. They have come to take you away.

They have come again. From the sky.

They have come again. From the sky.

They have come again.

Mixing, sifting, sorting, exploring.

They are in your head

White hot needle in your head.

Mixing, sifting, sorting, programming.

Talked down, disarmed, taken into custody. Admitted; Comforted. Finally, your story'll be told. But they don't care. They don't listen. They don't hear a single word. They don't think it's real. They don't realize that They will come again

From the sky.

They will come again. Watch the skies.

They will come again.