Orphan Train

Do you believe what they tell you?
Are u a bright one, people pleaser?
Did mum and dad train you to respect the elders
I was once like you
Then I had a punk rock epiphany
Realized the thread in which they were spinning me, spinning me
Has intentions tied to every page
Never a mention of the supplied mind cage
Nor was I privy to fallen elites designs
Unfurling worlds in which the defeat of crime
Runs asinine and counterintuitive to
Fulfilling the ceilings inversion to the floor
You soon discover all they want is more
And so much less for you and I
They request you acquiesce to ignorance
Fulfill your usefulness then die
Die
They want you to believe that the master builders
Unleashed the architecture of the Gods
From the quaintness of their horse and buggy
The 1800s was the most epic century
Each farmer an artisan, crafting palaces in the millions
When logic defies reality
Let go of lies that are cancerous malady
Oh Orphans on a Train
Boarding a box cars amid the bloodstains
Mum and Dad are not insane
Sent to asylums as we are detained
Never to see them ever again
Oh Orphans on a Train
Boarding a box cars amid the bloodstains
Mum and Dad are not insane
Sent to asylums as we are detained
Never to see them ever again
Repopulate the new world
Reeducation makes happy boys and girls
So many techniques used to invade the mind
Electrical shocks when we step out of line
It came over me hearing the lonely train tracks
Another orphan whispering there's no turning back
The voice was from the other side, he didn't make it here
Trapped in the Orphan train, arrest by fear
That reeducation had inflicted
Our parents were abducted
Thrown to the sanitariums
Prone to forget and bury them
The mind is fragile, trauma shatters
How a young child forgets such matters
Create another you, divide your you in two
When u hear the color red, divide again instead
When Dorothy clicks her shoes
Then here's what you must do
Go to the nearest phone call the number in your head
And follow the instructions -- as to remain alive or dead
They want you to believe that the master builders
Unleashed the architecture of the Gods
From the quaintness of their horse and buggy
The 1800s was the most epic century
Each farmer an artisan, crafting palaces in the millions
When logic defies reality
Let go of lies that are cancerous malady
Oh Orphans on a Train
Boarding a box cars amid the bloodstains
Mum and Dad are not insane
Sent to asylums as we are detained
Never to see them ever again
Oh Orphans on a Train
Boarding a box cars amid the bloodstains
Mum and Dad are not insane
Sent to asylums as we are detained
Never to see them ever again...