On june fifth, in the year of eighty-nine,   he was unarmed with focused mind   Deflance glared down the barrel of the gun pointed from a tank in tiananmen square   And he stood there:   To control, to manipulate, the media his power slave   He knew the world was watching, knew he had a plan   To confront the powerful tyranny in the square of tiananmen   Ecstatic youth played with fire, freedom wash over them   Democracy their desire, the tiananmen man had a plan   Manipulate the media   He used blind faith in the face of anarchy,   the cybernetic rapture has begun to envelop me   Freedom is the rush, adrenaline high,   choice of the oppressed wiling to die   Like a hostage the government holds your drug   To control, to manipulate, the media his power slave   He knew the world was watching, knew he had a plan   To confront the powerful tyranny in the square of tiananmen   Ecstatic youth played with fire, freedom wash over them   Democracy their desire, the tiananmen man had a plan   Manipulate the media   His act was a cybernetic gesture   His act was a cybernetic gesture   He knew the world was watching, knew he had a plan   To confront the powerful tyranny in the square of tiananmen   Ecstatic youth played with fire, freedom wash over them   Democracy their desire, the tiananmen man had a plan   Manipulate the media, manipulate the media   Manipulate to control