Ministry of Propaganda, societies decay Wicked agenda, it's time for them to pay Gather arms and break the spell, sledgehammer to the screen It's time to put a final end, on Wizard's evil scheme Death, to thee Calculating every move, playing with our lives You're the profit, from which they profit, they milk you till you die Sickly, weak and fragile, one thing they fear is strength Hiding in their castles, they know what's coming next Like the worms, they crawl under your skin Eat you from inside, death from within