Lightning Cage - Magic Circle

Sound the alarm!

Sound the alarm!

The masses start to run.

Like they know

Just where they’re going

50 years on a mountain’s face

I’ve danced with epoch’s winds

And I know which way they’re blowing

Theirs are singing in their eyes

Claret waters damned and running dry

Fear the knife.

Love the gun

Flip the switch the masses start to run

Procreation.

Automation

Oh, the discontentment

Like we know just what we’re doing

Feed the mouth inside our brains with delusory chroma

Can we feel just what we’re losing?

Oppressed people sew their plash

Wire veined.

Electro-optic sight

Love the bomb.

Dread the sun

Flip the switch the masses start to run

Lightning cage.

Brave new age.

Lighting cage.

You’re all slaves!

Now work!

On and on, you toil on.

Your masters making lights in your head