Testo: Smooths. No Brakes. Commander 7 To Spaceboy.

Conspiracy won't let me see what it is they know, that i know they know
Communication with an alien nation can't be allowed 'cause they thing they'll show us;
A better way of life, not run by drum and fife, and the marching of a glorified war
Nation's government and money that is spent, don't want to change what's happened before

It seems so impossible to you but we all find it easy

I think it's time to figure out,
we've lived too long to live without.
Sedition sets the plan ahead,
to try until their system's dead.

Time has come, stop being numb to take a look and understand another race
Let's fuck the system and force those to listen to us, so we can see another place
Democratic panic state trying so damn hard to create
A violent view of those we have looked at through jaded eyes

Hollywood and the capital think that we are all so gullible
But fuck that we will shout until they hear our cries
Last time we listened and were fooled to believe just what you had all made up
Movie screens and cash machines pumping out your lies and proving you're false

(Thanks to Breno for these lyrics)