The Virus

So many years lost in the shadows
Lives guided by the father intellect
Androids made of meat asleep they walk
Looking for an exit that's in your basement
Just following the flow
Your purpose is to feed major minds
Drowning the world
Who'll bring the truth?

Defective program
Will disturb who has the control
Has been spreading for too long
Will end this time

This virus will save us of our own minds
Of fear and guilt, of prisoners' lives
Going deep in the system eroding everything
Dividing the control among the machines
So much to know
The truth will be like gold falling from the sky
In this new world
Desease will be the cure

Defective program
Will disturb who has the control
Has been spreading for too long
Will end this time

Defective program
That will bring the light
That will kill the death
And now it's time to wake up
And now it's time to reload
And now it's time to believe
And now it's time to get sick