To find symmetry remains to be unseen
To open up the flood gates and end persuasive reveries
In translation I report exactly what I see
Enslave narrative, ill-suited for eye-witnesses
I pay with my life

We’ll have yesterday’s discussions
Tomorrow morning, all around us
To quiet our insurgencies, or to beat a dead horse
Wide-eyed and mislead
Full of carcinogens, threads of the same cloth
Can’t pass through the eye of a needle

We’ll have yesterday’s discussions
Tomorrow morning, all around us
To quiet our insurgencies, or to beat a dead horse

You’re wrong (x5)