They wanted this system to fail.
They wanted our future and our mind to collapse,
breaking all rules, hiding in darkness and ignorance the truth.
Control is all you crave,
using your weapons against our conscience,
leaving us with no choice.

This ain’t no science fiction, this is our life.
Our dreams, our future are in a chess match.
Cold and artificial, can’t have us like that.
Can’t have us like you.
Your artificial man can never fail, but our weakness, our dreams, be sure:
This is our only hope,
they’ll never be yours to use.
Our dreams are our hope.
Our dreams are our hope.