• Brain-dead people rotting in the ground
    Acting like someone else, anything but themselves
    Living the perpetual life of a hound
    'Cause they contradict they could be anything else
    How much more could they really take?
    Every, every, everyday, played by someone else's game
    They walk with us in manifested pain
    Elaborate dysfunction, how could we fall from grace?

    How could we fall?
    How could you play the pawn
    Of an Icon?

    Now you're just their other tool
    In this game you are the fool
    They kill your brain, yet you accord
    Results are marked in the board
    Now you're just their other tool
    In this game you are the fool
    They kill your brain, yet you accord
    Results are marked in the board.