Letra de Our Devolution is Televised

We're in possession Of reaper's sleep It's nothing for any of us to speak Our Spineless leaders- Oops, I mean cheaters Hide behind illegal policies They've sold out millions fueled by all of our blood People die for knowing things like this You could as well We are our own hell Can't you feel it? Can't you feel the lockdown? These pins and needles That swiftly cut off any chance we ever had to live That dollar's poison It's job is prison And in between is nothing fit to give So stand and shake your leg of sleep off It's rotting, it's gangrenous and raw Yes, yours as well, you can't avoid that smell Can't you smell it? Can't you smell the lockdown? So, what's this fear for? A common detour Like life is anything but short Impulsive devolve with deadly resolve Paranoia rushing through your veins In search of vengeance there is often just myth And myth is nothing more than tale So racist retort and corporate bloodsport Lock down and frame your kin Can't you feel the lockdown? Can't you feel the lockdown? They're holding you down Can't you feel the lockdown? Can't you feel the lockdown? Can't you feel the lockdown? They're holding you down Can't you feel the lockdown?