The burden of proof is on your head.
I refuse to be another victim, a tool of mechanical annihilation,
A puppet in the pocket of a dirty system, we make our own decisions.
The burden of proof is on your head,
Condemn the dead to eternal flame,
The blind, the weak, so easily led,
I refute your claim.
How much longer can you turn a blind eye?
Ignoring the signs, and praying in vain
You look to the sky
In search of the truth
I refute your claim.
We are the children of a dying generation,
Medicated, tranquilized, this is the age of sedation.
I tried to open up your mind and make you take a look around you at the world through my eyes,
Your life just makes me sick, so sick of swallowing your bullsh1t.
The burden of proof is on your head,
Condemn the dead to eternal flame,
The blind, the weak, so easily led,
I refute your claim.
How much longer can you turn a blind eye?
Ignoring the signs, and praying in vain
You look to the sky
In search of the truth
I refute your claim.
(this is the age of sedation...)