NWO lyrics in Music!

Kataklysm - Illuminati

the time has come to rage insanity
mortals beg to decive
illuminiati strive to control
the seeds of generations
no more opposition, no more free will
we shall suffer from this higher power

for ages we've been manipulated
all our existence in vein

solitude inside the intelligence
of man is forever

inside your mind we shall conquer all...
this time!

illuminati... knowledge from the sons of sin
illuminati... the world turns and hell burns

hell burns... hell burns... hell burns...

we feel like empty souls lost in the dust
with our shadows embracing the surface

Originally posted by darkside_ofthe_moon
how about a little of the floyd?

Nice. Here's a little more old school NWO writing from Rush 2112, 1975. My apologies to SHP.

We've taken care of everything
The words you read
The songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eye
One for all and all for one
We work together
Common sons
Never need to wonder how or why

We are the priests
Of the Temple of Syrinx
Our great computers
Fill the hallowed halls
We are the priests
Of the Temple of Syrinx
All the gifts of life
Are held within our walls

Look around this world we've made
Equality
Our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood
Of Man
What a nice contented world
Let the banners
Be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly
High in hand
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There's much more. Check it out!

Well....Alot of KMFDM would have tons of lyrics having to do with this topic

Originally posted by Be Bop A Lula
Well....Alot of KMFDM would have tons of lyrics having to do with this topic

KMFDM?

What an intelligent contribution

Senser - Age of Panic

My name is crash, sidewinding I flash
like a burning flare, don't look away 'cause I'm already in there,
I've been there - wherever you stare.
I've been there longer than you care to remember,
buried deep inside you.
Now you must step to accept all the past behind you.
Pain breeding pain and it's back again,
only the scars in your brain remain so you look for a vent.
You consent to escape what's gone and now I'm on.
From the nipple to the needle to the bottle
and you're never satisfied,
for these crimes you must be tried.
You can't hide 'cause I am reality
your birthright is a world of insanity,
disconnected legacy and you will never see
an end to the global savagery.
Continuing to feed your desire for more
but deep down you know the truth
you'll never find what you're looking for.
It's gone and you can't buy it back
and now your senses are under attack.
So you act automatic and turn to the frantic nation of addicts.
Reduced to the manic, false erratic
solemn, doped up slaves and servants of greed
because you were -
BORN INTO THE AGE OF PANIC.

Now I'm going all city with the master plan.
I'm faster man and I'm about to tell just who I am.
I am the reality you can't escape
the visions recorded on disk and tape.
The rape, the horror, the shame so familiar.
My words fill you with dread and then kill you dead
Stone cold in your stride, I fill a hole in your soul around fifty miles wide.
I'm the contradiction each time you speak
I keep you weakened, get down at your feet
I am the part that you can never reconcile
You're right here but you're living in exile
Walking in cities of stone, the shadows groan
Thousands of people but you're all alone
In your own little zone, like a drone
Working in hives all your lives bowing down to the throne
the overlords made in your own image
anaesthetised you in the global village
now you're finished, dependent, lost in a maze
You're dazed as you stare at the glowing blaze
Erased, your future pulses in a computer
I am you - now how'd that suit ya?
Inherited chaos now instilled as I willed
and now I just wait for the kill as they're -
BORN INTO THE AGE OF PANIC.

Well no nwo lyrics in techno to be found, well for that matter not many lyrics at all

Thats the good bit about electronic music, its all about the good vibe , getting people to feel the music ,laugh ,scream and dance their ass off .Some people might say its very hedonistic but hey if all you hear about in the news is war, terror, corruption etc im sure glad that thier is still a way to escape that reality now and then .

Now as to quote a song Tune in , Turn in , Drop off

Originally posted by TheShroudOfMemphis

Boy bands and their spin-offs are a capitalists wet dream and the last people i'd be listening to about anti-NWO.

Those guys might think they are against it but they are cornerstones of the music market and pawns like anything else.

Every manufactured boy/girl band which comes out, makes crap music and millions of dollars is another opportunity to a REAL band gone out the window who could present an independent mindset.

While I agree most pop produced bands are worthless perhaps this Nick Carter was/is a serious musician who saw this boy band as a jumping off point where he could eventually use his music to spread the word. Maybe he thought he would use the nwo's own technique against them. It is possible, though not probable, that he figured he could have enough young fans that he could "brainwash" into not bending over and taking it from the nwo.

This is just a quick thought and as I said above possible but not probable

What I find scary is the corporate machine to a largew extent decides what we listen on the radio and MTV. They have a 'coroporate playlist' and no one dares to break their contract because they will be fired. This is probaly why almost all the pop music now is terrible. Just think about it, The Man selects what songs he wants you to hear.

Velvet Revolver - Big Machine

(had to censor it a bit cause i believe some of this violates a rule somewhere)

I don't know
Because she says so
He's a ****** boy
The TV says so
He's a junkie piece of **** because he says so

All that first-class jet set brings me down, down, down
All that first-class drug **** brings me down, down, down

It's a big machine, it's a big machine
We're all slaves to a big machine
It's a big machine, it's a big machine
We're all slaves to a big machine
All tied up to a big machine
I got houses
Got cars
I got a wife
I got kids
Got money in the bank

Get away without borders
I'm a slave, New World Order
I guess I chose to be
I guess I chose to be
I guess I chose to be
I guess I chose to be

Hope I teach my son how to be a man
Now before he hits 35
Comic book lives don't really have any real life do they now

Here's some more Senser for you all. Long time fans will be delighted to know that the original line-up will be back on the UK club circuit this April. Yay!

State of Mind:

... Shut your mouth and get back in line
and if you don't like it - well it suits us just fine.
WE pull the levers, WE hold the strings
and these are just a few of our favourite things.
Learn the words of the company song
"white IS right IS right IS strong".
Come on children all sing along
'cause if you think you can change
you weren't never more wrong.

No fu*k that - you won't take me
you won't break me and you'll never make me
step in line, step march in time.
Well you can violate my body but my soul is still mine.
You must think that I'm fu*king stupid, man,
if you think I'm gonna hang with the program, some fool schedule.
I don't give a sh*t about what is or isn't cool.
I make the rules, I stand alone
and if they try a tap I leave 'em hangin' on the telephone.

One of these days I'm gonna get sectioned,
I bet they even say it's for my own protection.
Rejection leads straight to correction.
Look out, here comes a strange injection...
They've got a drug to numb my erection,
but they won't take this from me, my state of mind.


No Comply:

... When I stand with the mike in my hand
A love of the land I always question those who are in command
I'm taking nothing from the troops in their big black boots,
got you jumping through hoops and setting fire to your roots.
You paramilitary groups you don't scare me,
mess with the posse and they might have to tear me
off ya, check me, know what I mean?
And I don't give a fu*k about COMBAT-18.

It seems simple the first time they get you
'cause children are all born the same
and they play together till someone tells them lies
and they got me this way a long time ago
but this time they won't get me no.

Roll with the team, turn on the high beam,
expose the lies washin' up downstream.
You see your BNP you ain't sh*t to me.
Loud mixed-Briton, proud of my ancestry.
Get back to jack to that.


Eject:

... All I check is all I see, here before me...
All I check is all I see, here before me...
All I check is all I see is this: CONDITIONING.

Eject the program, reject the power
Let the nature flow, let the colour flower

The hi-tech hypnosis leads us straight to the late-night psychosis.
Cold symmetrical thoughts flow out like shards of ice a paradise, a rich spice.
It's radiating a glow so let it flow, go, go
It's radiating a glow so let it flow, c'mon c'mon, go
let that sh*t go.

Don't pull the wool over my eyes, you wool-puller
I hear your tone, I know exactly what you're full of.
Language is a virus, man is a violence, I stand in defiance, my spirit is my science.
I know all about the powers of social control,
so find another pigeon for your pigeon hole.
Burn my body, sell my name, hang me high in the hall of fame.
What's gone wild will never get tame and every blow just fans a flame.
Conditioned for the street meat and for the top
told us, sold us, they won't stop.
Put all their piggy-pennies in their piggy-bank so
they can consume you wherever they go.
Talk like a sit-com, eat your Whopper
I won't be another happy shopper
Be a good boy, ignore the facts you know you'll feel much better.
Bow before the God, we'll suck you dry and send your Mom a letter.
What do we have to do to make you touch it to make you feel it?
You've been altered and you can't conceal it.
Press the button to eject
from the cartoon frame of mind that won't connect.
Press the button to eject
from the cartoon frame of mind that won't connect.

one of the better songs that contain NWO references is bruce springsteens ghost of tom joad... it was also covered by rage against the machine.

Men walkin’ ’long the railroad tracks
Goin’ someplace there’s no goin’ back
Highway patrol choppers comin’ up over the bridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin’ ’round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin’ in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Searchin’ for the ghost of tom joad
He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin’ for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box ’neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleepin’ on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin’ in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
Where it’s headed everybody knows
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Waitin’ on the ghost of tom joad
Now tom said mom, wherever there’s a cop beatin’ a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there’s a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me mom I’ll be there
Wherever there’s somebody fightin’ for a place to stand
Or a decent job or a helpin’ hand
Wherever somebody’s strugglin’ to be free
Look in their eyes mom you’ll see me.
Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old tom joad


Another great song that makes me think of the NWO is Saul Williams ACT III scene 2 (shakespeare)

This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships. To all the kids who download this song for free. By any means. To all the kids short on loot but high on dreams. To all the kids watching T.V., like, "Yo, I wish that was me." And all the kids pressing rewind on Let's Get Free. I hear you. To all the people within the sound of my voice.

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined, the no ones, the nobodies, the last in line.
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined, the no ones, the nobodies, the last in line.

I didn't vote for this state of affairs. My emotional state's got me prostrate, fearing my fears. In all reality I'm under prepared. 'Cause I'm ready for war but not sure if I'm ready to care. And that's why I'm under prepared. 'Cause I'm ready to fight, but most fights have me fighting back tears. 'Cause the truth is really I'm scared. Not scared of the truth, but just scared of the length you'll go to fight it. I tried to hold my tongue, son. I tried to bite it. I'm not trying to start a riot or incite it. 'Cause Brutus is an honorable man. It's just coincidence that oil men would wage war on an oil rich land. And this one goes out to my man, taking cover in the trenches with a gun in his hand, then gets home and no one flinches when he can't feed his fam. But Brutus is an honorable man.

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined, the no ones, the nobodies, the last in line.
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined, the no ones, the nobodies, the last in line.

If you have tears prepare to shed them now. For you share the guilt of blood spilt in accordance with the Dow Jones. Dow drops fresh crop skull and bones. A machete in the heady: Hutu, Tutsi, Leone. An Afghani in a shanty. Doodle dandy yank on! An Iraqi in Gap khaki. Coca Coma come on! Be ye bishop or pawn, in the streets or the lawn, you should know that these example could go on and on and what since does it make to keep your ears to the street? As long as oils in the soil, truth is never concrete. So we dare to represent those with the barest of feet. 'Cause the laws to which we're loyal keep the soil deplete. It's our job to not let history repeat.

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined, the no ones, the nobodies, the last in line.
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined, the no ones, the nobodies, the last in line.

So here's the plan. The ides of march are always at hand. And when the power hungry strike, they strike the poorest of man. And if you dare put up a fight, they'll come and fight for your land. And they'll call it liberation or salvation. A call to the youth! Your freedom ain't so free, it's just loose. but the power of your voice could redirect every truth. Shift and shape the world you want and keep your fears in a noose. Let them dangle from a banner star spangled. I'm willing and able. To lift my dreams up out of their cradle. Nurse and nurture my ideals 'til they're much more than a fable. I can be all I can be and do much more than I'm paid to. And I won't be a slave to what authorities say do. My desire is to live within a nation on fire, where creative passions burn and raise the stakes ever higher. Where no person is addicted top some twisted supplier who promotes the sort of freedom sold to the highest buyer. We demand a truth naturally at one with the land, not a plant that photosynthesizes bombs on demand, or a search for any weapons we let fall from our hands. I got beats and a plan. I'm gonna do what I can. And what you do is question everything they say do, every goal ideal or value they keep pushing on you. If they ask you to believe it question whether it's true. If they ask you to achieve, is it for them or for you. You're the one they're asking to go carry a gun. Warfare ain't humanitarian. You're scaring me, son. Why not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, fight inflation?! Why not fight for our own healthcare and our education?! And instead, invest in that erasable lead, 'cause their twisted propaganda can't erase all the dead. And the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our heads. Or nevermind, said the shotgun to the head.


And of course john lennons working class hero

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so f*cking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still f*cking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.


[edit on 16-3-2006 by classwarfaredotorg]

[edit on 16-3-2006 by classwarfaredotorg]

uh oh.... thats no good.

I've got two for you.

The first is Electioneering by Radiohead

I will stop, I will stop at nothing.
Say the right things when electioneering
I trust I can rely on your vote.

When I go forwards you go backwards
and somewhere we will meet.
When I go forwards you go backwards
and somewhere we will meet.
Ha ha ha

Riot shields, voodoo economics,
it's just business, cattle prods and the I.M.F.
I trust I can rely on your vote.

When I go forwards you go backwards
and somewhere we will meet.
When I go forwards you go backwards
and somewhere we will meet.


The second is a song by Mos Def, called The Rape Over:

Listen
Old white men is runnin this rap s***
Corporate force's runnin this rap s***
Some tall israeli is runnin this rap s***
We poke out our a**** for a chance to cash in
Cocaine, is runnin this rap s***
'Dro, 'yac and E-pills is runnin this rap s***
The rape over, turn your face over n****
No god in disguise it's me, game over
Hey lil souljahs you ready for war?
But don't ask what you're fighting for
Just hope that you sur--vive the gunfight, the drama, the stress
You get in the line of fire, we get the big a** checks
You gettin your choice of pimp
Make your choice and fall in
This is austral B I, take that c*** in your behind, b****
Hit the streets and perform for us
Hold hard and bring it on to us, f*****
I let you sip, comes an army, get a Mercedes
And kick back and let you pay me, my Mack is crazy
I leave the, knife and fist fight filled with glamour
Yeah, take a picture with this platinum plated sledgehammer
We over-do it add the fire and explosion to it
We sold confusion, we front rap music
MTV, is runnin this rap s***
Viacomm is runnin this rap s***
AOL and Time Warner runnin this rap s***
We poke out our a**** for a chance to cash in
Cocaine, is runnin this rap s***
Hennessey, is runnin this rap s***
Quasi-homosexuals is runnin this rap s***
Watch out! we run the world...

Edited to take out a few curse words I missed. Mos Def has quite the potty mouth.

[edit on 17-3-2006 by Athenion]

The Prophet

Time has arrived, we see all the signs
Revolution now is the time
Revelation soon to arise
Tribulation means it's the time
Send out the soldiers,
their shield is their souls
Revolution coming unfold
Revelation coming untold
The prophet born to the world

Life, I know our life goes way out beyond
I leave you fire to carry on
Salvation coming to those
With the most high in their souls

Here comes the prophet
(time has arrived)
The prophet
(revolution/revelation)
Here comes the prophet
(time has arrived)

Rise above and beyond the sky
You know that we got to fight
The struggle to survive
F**k you, this is my life

Um, dois, treis, quatro

The prophet - mais forte do que a morte
The prophet - stronger than it all
The prophet (tribal)


www.soulfly.com

(The) March

Dark ages upon us
Hate surround us
Fear embrace us
Tragedy behind us
Media brainwash us
Spirits guide us
Weakness expose us
Memories behind us

Journey in front of us
Roots under us
Strange attracts us
Inner voice calls us
Envy destroy us
Music lift us
Scars remind us
Spark ignite us

Everything will pass on
We must go on
Everything will pass on
We must go on
It's up to us...
It's up to us...
It's up to us...

www.soulfly.com

Blink 182 - Aliens exist.

Honestly, I've no idea why this song confuses me, talks about injections from abductions, yet he's a sceptic....THEN he mentions 12 majestic lies (In reference to Majestic 12???)

*update* ummmm maybe the topic of the song is that aliens aren't the cause of the injections or that the majestic 12 documents are true...rather its all NWO government based.... and disinfo...

Lyrics

Hey mom there's something in the backroom
I hope it's not the creatures from above
You used to read me stories
As if my dreams were boring
We all know conspiracies are dumb

What if people knew that these were real (these were real)
I'd leave my closet door open all night
I know the CIA would say
What you hear is all hearsay
I wish someone would tell me what was right


Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you

I am still the skeptic yes you know me (yes you know me)
Been best friends and will be till we die (till we die)
I got an injection
Of of fear from the abduction
My best friend thinks I'm just telling lies

Alright...

Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you

Dark and scary, ordinary, explanation
Information, nice to know ya, paranoia
Where's my mother, biofather...

Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys...
Twelve majestic lies...

[edit on 17/3/06 by Merger]

This song....form the movie 'TombRaider' is on the CD....

Called "Illuminati"

I think if I recall the only lyrics are:

"Illuminati, a secret society do exist, illuminati ti ti ti ti"

Kind Regards
Merger

Theory in Practice - Illuminati

Ummmm now this is the first song i've come across to mention the Illuminati AND the Reptilian Draco!!!!

Centuries upon centuries, shadowed by secred societies
Infesting the world with obscnities, aligned in an arcane pact
Surveilling each Earth world corner, leading the rats to dark waters
Drowned in our new world order, Novus Ordo Seclorum
Our name is whispered in legends, old as our species. Transcendence
Our name is Symbolic in essence, it is legion for we are many
Faceless we stand in obscurity, purposes cloaked in mystery
Main target is to keep the bloodline intact and to remain highest in
hierarchy
Those appearing to be leaders are in fact puppets to the black nobility
Illuminati, Draconian Supremacy
Given eyes that cannot see, visualizing stillborn dreams
Given ears that heed to lies, allowing the illuminati empire to rise
Decision makers are we, speaking in lifeless tongues
Indoctrinating the marionettes who could prove to be assets
Your leaders to us are just puppets of whom we pull the strings
Gaze through the veil of innocence, force your way through to the decadence
A power structured malevolence, infesting the universe
Given eyes that cannot see, visualizing stillborn dreams
Given ears that heed to lies, allowing the illuminati empire to rise
Decision makers are we, speaking in lifeless tongues
Speaking in lifeless tongues...

Kind Regards
Merger

--
"Agent steel - Illuminati Is Machine"
A well known heavy metal band. Their lyrics deal with UFOs, aliens, conspiracies, ....
--
ONE WORLD
NEW ORDER
Illuminati uses you

THEIR JURY
THEIR JUSTICE
But for the chosen few

Who is the great dictator
Who oils the grand machine
Who lubes the wheels of progress
With blood drawn from your veins

ONE WORLD
NEW ORDER
Illuminati poisons you

NEW WORLD
ONE ORDER
Notice? Do you?

Satan gave himself a name
Mason, exposed controls the game

WHO'S REAPING
FROM RUIN
What is the master plan?

WON'T MATTER
NOT TO YOU
If you are just a man

You dragged the stones to Giza
But they built the pyramids
On your back shouldered greatness
Not you just what you did

YOU'RE REAPING
YOUR RUIN
This is the master's plan

TO USE YOU
DISCARD YOU
As he will every man

Satan named himself a place
Babylon known as the USA

[Chorus:]
Illuminati dominates
You build your place in hell
You're not aware that you create
Their paradise-your frozen cell

NEW WORLD
ONE ORDER
Illuminati is machine

YOUR WORTH
IN RUIN
You pave their streets with dreams

With trust you're made the victim
Atop mass graves they revel
Free mason buries you
Free mason buries you


--
Solefald - Hierarch
Maybe a bit off topic because it's taken from a concept album which deals with a different issue... but still somewhere there if you interpret it right.
--
Hierarch of the Great White Brotherhood
Take me as I am as any brother would

This is ritual the man in singlet said
This is reactive the man in singlet said
A disaster for the people
Our nuclear show
Is run from above terminated below

Stop the violence I told the man in singlet
Heal with peace I told the man in singlet

He waned without trace in the transparent night
Balkanised my sleep to show off his might
Hierarch of the skies and the celestial sites
Hierarch of the truth and the supramental rites
To see is to know
To know is to control
This city is mine the city of my soul
Is it all as it may see or seem
Who directs me through the corridors of Dream
Who runs this planet where students are slain
Who is the head of this Academy of Pain
To the man in singlet, forward my command!
Bring me the answer I desire and demand!

The Chief is a good man but noone knows his face
Head of the realm of the golden race
The Chief is a good man but noone knows his face
Head of the realm of the golden race

How can I know that your invisible order
Isn't the idea of some second-rate marauder
That the inmost government just execute a plan
Konceived and kontrolled by some kommunist klan?
There is no coincidence and if there is
That is no coincidence neither is this
That the inmost government just execute a plan
Konceived and kontrolled by some kommunist klan

He waned without trace in the transparent night
Balkanised my sleep to show off his might
Hierarchs of skies and celestial sites
Hierarchs of truth and supramental rites
To see is to know
To know is to control
This city is mine
The city of my soul
Is it all as it may see or seem
Who directs me through the corridors of Dream
Hierarch of the skies and the celestial sites
Hierarch of the truth and the supramental rites
Hierarch of the Great White Brotherhood
Take me as I am as any brother would
Keep your system clean
And remain where you are
You may not hear the car
That comes from afar

[edit on 19-3-2006 by xul]

Just this weekend I found out that a friend of mine's band, Shadows Fall, has a song called Montauk. It was writted by a band member and his girlfriend after they did some reading on the 'net about the MP. They are not hardcore researchers but I passed on the first Montauk book to them this weekend as I am beginning to read the second one.


Here are the lyrics:



Toppling building blocks
At the base of all mankind
Redirection of evolution
Electromagnetic control of the mind
Arising from technology
Creation, new entity
Mankind, forever be
Bound, and gagged
A new breed of control
Manipulation of space and time
Warped perception dictating action
Sick delusion they're divine
Arising from technology
Creation, a new entity
Mankind, forever be
Bound, and gagged
Mechanically possessed, placed under control
They keep us marching
Mechanically possessed, placed under control
They keep us marching
A conspiracy unwinds
As the government denies
Lost children pays the price
Suffocated by their lies
Arising from technology
Creation, a new entity
Mankind forever be
Bound, and gagged
Toppling the building blocks
At the base of all mankind
Redirection of evolution
Electromagnetic control of the mind
Arising from technology
Creation, a new entity
Mankind, Forever be
Bound, and gagged
Mechanically possessed, placed under control
They keep us marching on
What did they hope to find
What did they hope to gain
What did they hope to find
And what has become
They kept us bound and gagged