emergency dispatch i think something's wrong

with words its so hard to construe

the images follow a dream through a song

the nightmare has finally come true



rhetorical speeches are made on the screen

to shut us up and rest assure

an obviously panicked media machine

is testing the will of a country so unsure



mission complete we lost control

suddenly frightened by it all

to put it simply we will never be the same

there is no redemption in this war

so please don't forget what this is for

cause that's how our history is made



security cop with their hands in the air

the lock on the gate was destroyed

now everyone rises from the lassiez faire

we can empty the cup but we cannot fill the void



without an enemy to kill

the blood of the innocent is spilled

to put it lightly we are not wanting to see

prepare yourself for disaster now

so few are sane here anyhow

i realize that words don't justify the pain



set up the guillotine

and televise the execution

we have to ask ourselves, can we feel safe?



you can't spell believe without lie