Enchained
From birth with curtain on their eyes
Despite the years of screaming
Their pain the time won't fade away

Generation's journey
Towards the end
Blinded eyes hailing machine
Of censored information

Dead silence
Inner world is smothered
Minds slowly growing torpid
By the tranquilizing hum

Ooh!

Enslaved
By the systematic lies
Your heart
You choose to silence

Are you the master
Of your own will
With thoughts programmed
By ones behind the screen

Dead silence
Inner world is smothered
Minds slowly growing torpid
By the tranquilizing hum

Ooh!

Dead silence
Inner world is smothered
Sceptical mind
Programmed by ones you deny

The days of youth go by
Night falls upon all life

So, what will be left
As the days of youth go by
Hand of the father
Or spine-chilling fear of the unknown...