Revolt

Boss man on the scenes of suspect magazines Talking to the people through a television screen We are the victim of the faulty information Locking horns and feeding through a pocket sized machine Glorified office members classified Modify everything we decide No loyalty of which that I recall They just take it all Life over here was some sort of idea But we seem to all agree this idea is rather unclear It's cut in two, I don't see the light breaking through anytime soon But for the sake of all that do It's coming time to cut them down to size Before they try to come down from the skies And justify guiding our demise Glorified office members classified Modify everything we decide No loyalty of which that I recall They just take it all They just take it all