Regression to the Mean Songtext
von MoeTar

By decree, two plus two is three
Non-believers dead after curfew
All unwanted freaks shall conform to guidelines
Right there on the chalkboard
Stand up straight and hate
All those not like us on the same team

God, where are you now?
We have figured ourselves out of our replication
Soul encoded software makes that program so virtueless and life-like
Aren′t we amazing?


The only forms of expression
Sanctioned by false faiths will be broadcast
Round up lower classes
Squeeze in mass to a prison cubicle office
We now own all twelve tones
Used for what some would call music
We prefer commodification
And pin numbers in your chest feeding
Control alt deleting

This program contains language not intended for mature audiences
Smile, the cameras always watching
Thought policing, future shock
In spinning counter to our nature
Materia, perfect creatures
Non-dystopian realization

The lights of revolution will not be digitized
Love will conquer all
As kings and tyrants fall to pieces and people
Love will conquer all
As kings and tyrants fall to pieces and people
Love will conquer all
Equalize to rise life eternal