The clamour and the clatter of incensed keys
Can bring a nation to its knees
On the wings of a lethal icon
Bird of prey
It’s a sign of the times when bedlam rules
When the masses condone pompous fools
And the scales of justice
Tip in disarray
Panic Attack Panic Attack
Matters of fact fall on deaf ears
While the bitter mobs ramp up their fears
Go creeping round those corridors of power
As the dead heads gladly suffer sins
While the euthanising then begins
The clock is ticking down to doomsday hour
Panic Attack Panic Attack
Alien nations gleam
Cybertronic schemes
Fibre optic mass hypnotic
Wild neurotic memes
Cynicism greed what you’re fed
Disconnecting from the world wide web
It don’t matter about your choice
Cause all you’ve got is an empty voice
And there’s no way left to tell what’s right from wrong
There’s still time left to do what’s right
Eliminate those parasites
And force your mind amidst the angry throng
Panic Attack Panic Attack
Disconnect the system
Panic Attack Panic Attack
Euthanise the brain
Panic Attack Panic Attack
Blind synthetic wisdom
Panic Attack Panic Attack
Digitally criminally insane
Panic Attack Panic Attack
Panic Attack Panic Attack
Panic Attack Panic Attack
