Now is the deadline and always will be Under the breadline in the land of the free No time to plan its a planet gone mad Running on empty illusions of good and bad CH: follow the leader do as you're told How much can you be controlled? Learn by example of people with guns Shooting their mouth off for the freedoms they've won Armed to the playground or bombing for peace What kind of human is this inhumanity? CH Tempers and temperatures rising in hand With a new understanding of how its all planned Bang up to date with the rate of exchange The shorter the soundbite the longer the chains CH Now is the deadline to wake up inside Bring back that feeling of nothing to hide And nothing to hide from its totally free And everything thing else is control by degrees CH Could you be would you be out of control?