emergency dispatch i think something's wrong
  with words its so hard to construe
  the images follow a dream through a song
  the nightmare has finally come true
    rhetorical speeches are made on the screen
  to shut us up and rest assure
  an obviously panicked media machine
  is testing the will of a country so unsure
    mission complete we lost control
  suddenly frightened by it all
  to put it simply we will never be the same
  there is no redemption in this war
  so please don't forget what this is for
  cause that's how our history is made
    security cop with their hands in the air
  the lock on the gate was destroyed
  now everyone rises from the lassiez faire
  we can empty the cup but we cannot fill the void
    without an enemy to kill
  the blood of the innocent is spilled
  to put it lightly we are not wanting to see
  prepare yourself for disaster now
  so few are sane here anyhow
  i realize that words don't justify the pain
    set up the guillotine
  and televise the execution
  we have to ask ourselves, can we feel safe?
    you can't spell believe without lie