Extraordinary rendition Thought control and freedom sold Transparent disposition Forced to think what we are told I still hate them, the same old show But I'm stuck in here with nowhere to go Angry dissident a thing of the past Better shut up if you wanna last Your world's not my world So where do I fit in And what can I say Now when the new guard runs the town What's my label this time around? Extraordinary rendition Everyone could be a threat Compute the restriction There's hardly any movement left More illusions but the same old cage More little gadgets to sooth the rage More of the same good old control So update your status so we can all know I'm a terrorist