Welcome, to the world of fake reality   Where you can never believe what you hear or believe what you see   It’s like the coliseum of the annual games   With the Roman Emperor being entertained   A flick of the wrists that will seal your fate   A flick of the wrists that will seal your fate      A flick of the wrist and you’re through   And there’s no telling what they might do   Now they’ve captured your soul   Oh you’re under control   They’ve captured your soul   And they won’t give it back ’till you plead      Setting agendas and fashions which must be obeyed   (You must obey it, you must obey it)   With their stories and lies they decide, the way you’re portrayed      You only see what they want you to see and nothing else   You only see what they want you to see and nothing else      A flick of the wrist and you’ve through   And there’s no telling what they might do   Now they’ve captured your soul   Oh your under control   They’ve captured your soul   And they won’t give it back ’till you plead      Nothing ever happens   So why are you watching? X3   No, nothing ever happens   So why are you watching!?      They’ve captured your soul   And they won’t give it back   No they won’t give it back   No they won’t give it back