Testo Awake?

Awake?/ I have nothing/ Absorbed
Slowly into inevitability
Deep roots slither into the earth
My thoughts are numb and alert
It is the same when I am sleeping
Confusing revelations

See them take aim Steal away your rights again

They slip away like dreams
Even as I'm dreaming
Thoughts obey patterns
Old warehouse computers
Out future becomes the past
As it all gently disappears
Out eyes remain open
While our mind recoils

Like serpents in plain sight
Received as angels and heroes
In the arms of the terrified masses
Change is fear/ Fear is the devilThe devil has angels at his side
The devil has angels at his side