Edge of No Control, Pt. 1

"Hello Jack! Hey it's Mark!

And I'm at the studio!

And uh, hey man, just wanted to see what's up

And I wanted to give you some BPM's as long as I got your message machine here

We got 117

We got 93

We got 94.5

We got 112..."

Rrreeeeauuuuh

Rrreeeeauuuuh

Demonstrated

Obliterated

Led by the nose like a bull to the arena

Of imperfection

Will you fold under the pressure

Of will you rise to the pleasure

Of seeing the end in sight

The end of conformity in everyday light

Sterilized

Dehumanized

Taken to the edge of no control

Putting the hamstrings of international agenda

Will lead to global mass hysteria

Punching holes in the ozone

Of everyday reality is a possibility

Could it be the halcyon days

Of pre-hole existence are numbered stacked

Filed and then remembered

This is a global warning

Man made and rectified

Disciplined for mass production, my assumption

Of the way things run

You're looking down the end of a gun

Misinformation of the things that we have done

Concentration of liberation

Ignorance is the curse of the nation

Almost everywhere

A state of disrepair

Stunned at the contradiction on show

Symptoms analyzed

Never recognized as the root of the problem

Once again it's time to let go

You're letting your feelings show

Positive thinking to mass extinction

Maximize capitalize realize

Do you dreams replay the past, if not

What do your dreams forecast

Take the opportunity to assess the structure

Think with an open mind

Lead to a fresh dimension of culture

Communicate it's never too late

Just realize

This is a cause and effect for a

Misguided president's elect

Never show emotion

No development, just devotion

To pie in the sky

Man made and rectified

Disciplined for mass consumption, my assumption

Of the way things are

You can't look back

It's gone too far

From everything you are

Concentration of liberation

Ignorance is the curse of the nation

Almost everywhere a state of disrepair

Yeah

Man made and rectified

Disciplined for mass production, no solution

For the way things are

You can't look back

It's gone too far

From everything you are

Everything you are

In every single way

I'm pushing you too far

There's nothing you can say

For everything you are

In every single way

I'm pushing you too far

There's nothing you can say

For everything you are

In every single way

I'm pushing you too far

There's nothing you can say

(A symbol of soul, governing man)

Man made and rectified

Disciplined for mass consumption, my assumption

Of the way things run

You're looking down the end of a gun

Misinformation for the things that we have done

Concentration of liberation

Ignorance is the curse of the nation

Almost everywhere

A total state of disrepair

Yet still we're unaware

Man made and rectified

Disciplined for mass production, no solution

For the way things are

You can't look back

It's gone too far

From everything you are

Everything you are

In every single way

I'm pushing you too far

There's nothing you can say

There's nothing you can say

There's nothing you can say

There's nothing you can say