P.o.d. - Satellite : Masterpiece Conspiracy
 

P.o.d.



Satellite



Masterpiece Conspiracy





Evil eyes behind their smiles



You swallow it up when sincerity lies



Lock me up, label me ?°dangerous?+ files



Fear of the unknown, so scared of my style



Alert the press and address the states of emergency



We the crew you love to hate



First mistake, you were never ready



Dance with the dead, better be ten times more deadly



This is me, I'm always the same



Virus in the system, crash the mainframe



Uprise, now fall in line



Roll with the pack or get left behind







"It's a Masterpiece Conspiracy"



I'd rather hear it from you than be lied to



Call it what it is like the heathens do



Red lights of betrayal, deceived again



Exposed by the light, true colors ascend



Take down the regime, break the trend



Bumrushed by your peers and your so-called friends



Keep your people tight, watch your enemies close



Trust what you know, soon enough they'll choke



Where were you when we started this thing?



You weren't around, this ain't yours to claim



You'll never take what's been given to us



Wipe that smile off your face and that look of disgust



Uprise, now fall in line



Roll with the pack, or get left behind







Liar, deceiver, betrayer, back stabber