Текст песни Fear - Control

Behind these cardboard trenches where you buy your conscience clean

From fugitives and thieves

But what's the difference in the end?

The guilt is all the same

These streets have wept a thousand times

And it's painted crimson on cement

But the revolution never came

One last stand from the mild, mild West

Behind these picket fences are the ghettos of the elite

The corporate emperors and slaves who made the world such a beautiful place
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With their happy meals and hand grenades

These streets have wept a thousand lies

And it's painted crimson on cement

But the revolution never came

One last stand from the mild, mild West

Your fear is control

We await apocalypse while they nail your enemy to a golden arch

Burn your flags in your shopping malls

Because freedom is a franchise these days

And I think we've lost the fight