That’s not a shooting star that’s passing by
They pull my strings from up above the sky
Relays clicking inside satellites
Receiving truths and transmitting lies
We’re under the guise of being free
In this land of tyranny
We gave them our trust, our minds and our soul
And now we've lost control
Even though everyone knows the score
The drones are out there and it's time to hit the floor
We have given them the means
They take everything and spite the hand that frees
We’re under the guise of being free
In this land of tyranny
We gave them our trust, our minds and our soul
And now we've lost control
We’re under the guise of being free
In this land of tyranny
We gave them our trust, our minds and our soul
And now we've lost control