Déjà Vu

People like to argue

But they still never find the truth

Propaganda living

An emotional disease

As the class war rages on

Like a song with a love line

Children want to know the truth

How long have we got to go

Standing in dark shadows

Hoping I can see the light

Yesterday has left me blind

But tomorrow is my sight

Deja vu you've heard it all before

Deja vu isn't it all a bore

Deja vu arresting me for the crime

It happens all the time

And isn't that the way it's suppossed to be

The visionary controllers

With the dreams of plastic paradises

Where you can't touch

My concreated mind

Cliched examples

My words on a silver plate

You wanted my graffiti

But I put you up against the wall