Mars or Jupiter

Master the rhetoric
Be ready to sneak
Consider the alternatives
Written on useless leaves
No need for any explanation
You'll see the light at the end of the station

Powerful words hanging on the walls
Beautiful faces always false
You'll risk to bell at the wrong door
Behind your blinkers there is so much more

Victims will follow the other ones
Nobody will hear your moans
As you try to forget you're a puppet
With two grams of crystal meth

Overdose of real life happening
And a phone that never ring
You'll sink in your brainwaves
And there is no leader among the slaves

Little body soon all cold
And a truth never told
Leaders far too old
Everything has already been sold

Remember the fragile feeling of freedom
In all the speeches of your mom
Your actions become mutations
Leading to a sad degeneration

Emigrate on Mars or Jupiter
See the inevitable despair
Nothing never ever change
Time to begin another pledge