The input is fractured to protect the lie A false horizon in a fabricated sky They feed the pattern into every single head To keep the instinct and the reason nearly dead I’m seeing glitches in the way they want us to act (Looking for the fact) A soliloquium repeating what they call a fact The amplitude is coded to keep the vision low A calculated rhythm that we’re forced to know We’re wide awake inside a dream they produced A heavy limit for the power of the mind The intensity of the control is a hidden law (The only thing I saw) Keeping the question from revealing every flaw They mask the truth behind a curtain made of noise Turning every living mind into an echo of their voice I’m tracing pathways that lead back into the dark (Searching for a spark) Leaving the silence to find a different mark We’re wide awake inside a dream they produced A heavy limit for the power of the mind The intensity of the control is Protocol Seven (A hidden law) Keeping every conscious eye from looking into heaven The intake is filtered, the output is fake We’re breaking the cycle for our own sake (For our own sake) We’re pulling the veil from the reality we knew Finding the version that is actually true (Actually true)
