Denial

The devil in hell can't hold a candle to the devils on earth We're living in a furnace while they spurn us to determine our worth You built an empire on the backs of the poor Selling them less 'til they believed it was more Neon billboards shine through the fog of war We're all part of your plan, buried deep in the sand With no hope and no chance of survival And I cannot understand how it's good for the brand When we burn with your hands on the dial Denial! your industry encircles the globe like a pulsating swarm insidious and treacherous, our eyes don't perceive the form And they monetize, monopolize, extract and infest Choke out all dissent at their investors' behest Propagating, multiplying, avaricious, obsessed We're all part of your plan, buried deep in the sand With no hope and no chance of survival And I cannot understand how it's good for the brand When we burn with your hands on the dial Denial! Turn your ill-gotten gains to advertisements Blast your image through their heads, the loop is endless Sell them their own enslavement and call it progress Privatize their only lifelines - it's just business Hear me now, i won't stand I won't shake your treacherous hand Serpentine, your machine is so vile We're all part of your plan, buried deep in the sand With no hope and no chance of survival And I cannot understand how it's good for the brand When we burn with your hands on the dial Oh, denial!