Metro-Shock Lyrics


Hydro-electric brain, restoring a tragic conspiracy

The terror is dead locked, microcosm filled with anxiety

This crisis, obviously provoked

Was not a natural catastrophe

Originally a masterplan, to create chemical dependency

Pharmaceutical cyborg, paid to kill off poverty

Its senses are strong, that one of the dead he will be

They gave him promises of open doors and equal opportunities

But he had no respect, so death in effect, a death he won't hear or see

There are many magicians, in this high-tech palace

Millions of sparks fly from their minds

Ideas of wealth, who will have the power

The techno-brains with secret designs

We are not alone.