Besedila: Agent 51. Red Alert. Conditioned.

I could use a little help
Getting back my guts
These past two years have run me down
To the ground
When I got the nerve just to break it all
Wide open
Seems the further I go, the farther back I get
Can't you see we're
Conditioned - To believe a "truth".
Connection - To perceive it's you
Domination - Weakened to the point where I'm dead.
Tranquilize my insides
Till I just up and turn to meat
Surely you and your friends
Could have a feast
Take a trip to yesterday
'Cause today the sun ain't shinin'
Wish I had more than nothin' to believe in.
They I don't need no one
I don't need no one
I don't need no one
I don't need no one
Can't you see we're conditioned