White noise in white rooms
Bright lights spell out doom
A singular voice not my own
Calls out from inside my mind
Singularity and individual replaced
A menace to society once awake
Taken from the prophecy foretold
Speaks of the beauty of conforming to their will
Needle strikes my veins
Pumping upward into the brain
The white room begins to spin
Falling out again the voice takes over
Fighting with every breath
To prevent it from taking control
It courses through my blood
Running towards the brain unable to control
They ask questions in the white room
Humanity has met its doom
Stripped of all inhibition and individuality
Bringing about the secret society
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White noise in white rooms
Bright lights spell out doom
A singular voice not my own
Calls out from inside my mind
Singularity and individual replaced
A menace to society once awake
Taken from the prophecy foretold
Speaks of the beauty of conforming to their will
Needle strikes my veins
Pumping upward into the brain
The white room begins to spin
Falling out again the voice takes over
Fighting with every breath
To prevent it from taking control
It courses through my blood
Running towards the brain unable to control
They ask questions in the white room
Humanity has met its doom
Stripped of all inhibition and individuality
Bringing about the secret society
Bright lights spell out doom
A singular voice not my own
Calls out from inside my mind
Singularity and individual replaced
A menace to society once awake
Taken from the prophecy foretold
Speaks of the beauty of conforming to their will
Needle strikes my veins
Pumping upward into the brain
The white room begins to spin
Falling out again the voice takes over
Fighting with every breath
To prevent it from taking control
It courses through my blood
Running towards the brain unable to control
They ask questions in the white room
Humanity has met its doom
Stripped of all inhibition and individuality
Bringing about the secret society
Writer: Joe Henning
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