Senser - Bulletproof lyrics

Methods of restriction are now fully automated Used to make you feel safe inside your world but now you hate it, Bloated not sated, gazing sorrowfully from a wreck that you created Abject loss, I cannot navigate it. With the innocent energy of a kids sublime creation, He's a flying levitator conjured by subjugation. He is here to relish the fear, combatative poise transfixed to tear At natures ward, from ground to air. Devastating mind controlling generals and presidents Effortlessly still evading avalanching evidence He ascertains the power is spreading Reveals genetic codes unthreading Each and every man and woman Grasping out to armageddon Leveraging living costs till infrastructures hemorrhage Terrified consensus crushing all seditious elements Making and wasting life with his broken apparatus The event is overrated, shapes defined by saturation Technospeak and doublespeak which at its best is incomplete How alive now he can feel from his world he sits concealed To fully hide the motives in this all consuming losing streak Testing danger to reveal how his fate has been sealed Rise, seize, question, The world is the will of the sentient. A catalogue of dialogue, prosaic administrators Rejecting, taking steps to break the monotonous sound breakers Zoning into striking distance inking the words of careful choice Divining light, increasing insight returning to the voice First world dictators, shadow players, widow makers. A black nimbus rolling out across the acres. Transparent greed and hoarding, sick clutching, grasping essence in dead method, Time to learn your first and only lesson. Rise, seize,question, The world is the will of the sentient. And it lives no matter what you put it through, Rest a**ured the conviction is bulletproof, It dismantles the cloaking revealing you Better hope that your new shroud is bulletproof Cla** divisions, roles played out in open prisons. 'Is this my decision' outside the loop you may have visions. Spoilt children, in some broken re-enactment, Yes you will be culpable for each and every action. This pining virtuosity a condition you hate Living is the feeling, temporal is the living Time is the restriction, if nothing is beyond Your holding on your body is your bond