Mandata from The Trip by The Conjuration

March for your masters; march for your fear
March for the profits, not for the seer
March for the sickness instead of a cure
March for the sickle; march to be impure

(Hypnosis) Ignore your eyes, disregard your ears
(Prognosis) Full control is the only truth here
(Psychosis) Condemn your family, abandon your friends
(Toxicosis) All the while hoping this charade never ends

Run to the doctor, run to your doom
Run to corruption that's rampantly in bloom
Run from sanity and run from sense
Just be ready for the consequence

Mommy I don't feel so good
Shut up, you didn't wake up dead
Calm the hell down and take your meds!

Daddy I think I'm sick
That's bullshit, boy; get out of bed
The tv says it's all in your head!

What a brave boy...
What a good girl...
You're gonna feel a pinch now
All done!

Everything's fine in this world of mine
People dropping like flies in this world so blind
Everyone I love caught in this massive web of lies
Nothing said or done can change their minds
Oh no...

Run to your doctor, run to your doom
March for your master, march for your fear
Run to corruption that's rampantly in bloom
March for the profits, not for the seer
Run from sanity and run from sense
March for the sickness instead of the cure
March for the sickle, march to be impure
Just be ready for the consequence

March to your fate...

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