Up on top rain falls in a sedative form   Soaking the masses from warm   A means of addiction will be your means of power   Grounded with submission   So we won`t seek a truth   Clear the smoke from my eyes   Clean the toxins from my mind   For today try to escape this disease   Which can`t flee   Give us your habits   Medicine our thoughts   Let us play this game   In which we already lost   Set up must fold   Set up kill   Your control falls