Panopticon I: The Pretence of Balance

Domesticate
Perpetual disarray
Enslave
The world chaotic
Relinquish control
It's the price you must pay for protection

Live your lives in social stasis
All hail the machine
Existence needs containment
Stand proud on your knees

Sever your ties to this world
Embrace the illusion
Sever your ties
Embrace the illusion

Surrender your lives
Give me your souls
The accession begins
Relinquish control

We are the keepers
Always unseen
Unrestrained masters
Of docility

All hail me

Cull the subversive, exterminate
You are the broken
Burden the cost of a life without fear
We are the chosen few
Tear down the tenets of chaos and ruin
You are the broken
Burden the cost of a world engineered
We are the chosen few

Chains in holy guise
Burning the lies of the prior regime
Drain the will to survive
Release your mind
Surrender your lives
Give me your souls
Break your will to survive
Release your mind
Devour your soma
Your troubles mundane
The onslaught of nothings
Will leave you enslaved
Welcome the ways of a contained culture

Surrender your lives
Give me your souls
The pretence of balance
The truth of control
Welcome the ways of your doom