Testo Irrelevant Walls And Computer Screens

There's bound to be...
Terrorism and schism, thriving on in droves...
It'll be...
Pilfered, ripping, ramshackle, device rolling on...
Through irrelevant walls...
It's sad it's literal...
Extortion of opinion...
It's more political... So it goes...
Right, over my head...
Who's the enemy?
Do one and one make three?
That's the question...
It's right directly underneath our nose...
Landscape(s) overrun by tanks crash through the dead meat
Panic stricken nay-sayers got just what they paid for...
And keep paying for...
It's taken literal...
The conquest for deception...
Fear is subliminal...
And it goes... right into our heads
Who's the enemy?
Who's the enemy? Do one and one make three?
That's the question...
That's right directly underneath our nose...
That's right directly underneath our nose...
Scapegoat tattooed devils take to the sky...
The perpetual myths will not die...
It's not debatable...
When fact yields phantom fiction...
It's fucking pitiful...
That it's drilled right into our heads...
Does one and one make three?
That's the question...
I wonder...?
Who's the enemy?
Who's the enemy?
Who's the enemy?
Who's the enemy?