Land Of Contrasts

Big screen TV inside Plato’s cave
Reality outside could blow some brains
Media marionettes, just pull the strings and they will
Dance and sing, knowing who’s to blame!

Land of contrasts

Strange people in malls, colleges, clubs and planes
No maids to clean the filth, no more private slaves
The world seems to get twisted day by day
Now everything must change, so everything can remain the same!

Land of contrasts

Ranting and repeating all the shit they hear
Oh, give a break in your speech of hate!
Get out the cave, look out and you will see
The rabble down below is like you and me

Land of contrasts