Panopticon Lyrics by Phoenix #2772 in Metaphysincarnation Album.
Panopticon Lyric
What is an individual thing?
It's everything that could be:
defined by its own existence.
What is a human being?
The ghost of what has been,
inside the trap that he has built to be
slave of those who he has chosen to serve:
masters of our conspiracy, masters of our brutality,
masters of doom, in the Panopticon.
What is an individual thought?
Is everything we can think:
what we're loosing everyday.
What is a human life?
A piece of flesh for jaws:
waiting for death while we're working as
slaves of those who we've chosen to serve:
masters of our conspiracy, masters of our brutality,
masters of doom, in the Panopticon.
Carnage on the fields, battles to kill.
Bloodshed in the hills, to pay the bill.
Slaves of those who we've chosen to serve:
masters of our conspiracy, masters of our brutality,
masters of doom, in the Panopticon.
