To find symmetry remains to be unseen   To open up the flood gates and end persuasive reveries   In translation I report exactly what I see   Enslave narrative, ill-suited for eye-witnesses    I pay with my life      We’ll have yesterday’s discussions   Tomorrow morning, all around us   To quiet our insurgencies, or to beat a dead horse   Wide-eyed and mislead   Full of carcinogens, threads of the same cloth   Can’t pass through the eye of a needle      We’ll have yesterday’s discussions   Tomorrow morning, all around us   To quiet our insurgencies, or to beat a dead horse      You’re wrong (x5)