Control

My thoughts bring to mind the mass hysteria of a day gone by
Where madmen preached to masses; they would reveal that to have glory is to die
Their causes were sent from the heavens or so they would say
They preach follow me into the Abyss, We meet our maker on this day
Today we believe that this evil is gone; it's away we're too advanced
But now they speak of the inner-self. They are not gone just enhanced
They preach follow me into the Abyss, We meet our maker on this day
The only destruction is freedom. The only truth is mind control
The masses fall in line, they listen. The mind control is taking its toll

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