This Is Control

I can envision your perfect nation, your plan to sedate intellectual pacification. I have to believe that there's more that this. The truth in my hands, that I am not sick, I don't live in sin, that this is all wrong, the reality prison, dreams of human liberation. 我能想象你完美的国家，你的计划，以稳重知性平定。我相信，还有更多，这。在我手中的道理，我是不是病了，我不活在罪中，这是完全错误的，现实的监狱，人的解放的梦想。

Beating a dead horse with fear in your eyes accepted a battle with a war in mind. Singled out the target, big brother in the rifle sights. So you shoot to kill, death just to feel, thunder to fear, rain to know tears. Hide in the image the armor of cowards, hidden in vices just to deal, your elitist faction fueling the flames. In wonder of this revolutionary standstill. 白费口舌了恐惧的眼睛接受了一记战的战斗。单挑目标，大哥在步枪景点。所以，你开枪杀人，死亡只是觉得，雷怕，雨就知道哭。在图像中隐藏懦夫的铠甲，隐藏在罪恶只是为了应付，你的精英派助长了火焰。在这种革命性的停顿奇迹。

Lifestyle choices, never in struggle? Short sighted goals, this is not freedom, this is control! The prisoner plotting his escape exclusive anarchy a joke in bad taste. Did you offer solution is that why he turned his head, or insult his ignorance, in experience, blindness. You cry for the satisfaction before you put in the work, accept possibilities as a dream, what the fuck's the fuss for? Is this sincerity or is this a joke? 生活方式的选择，从来没有在挣扎？短视的目标，这不是自由，这是控制！囚犯密谋逃跑独家无政府状态恶趣味笑话。你提供的解决方案是，为什么他转过头，或侮辱他的无知，在经验，失明。你哭的满意度摆在你面前的工作，接受的可能性作为一个梦想，什么他妈的是大惊小怪的呢？这是真诚还是这是一个笑话？