My Other Big Brother — Dikta

The silence never comes It’s way too late for tears Because the treatment doesn’t work The drugs just make it worse The voices become clear You can’t help everyone But you should’ve tried again

Every now and then I wake up from this dream And no one understands The things that I have seen

It’s coming for me now You should have heard my words This station is the last

Tranquility and peace Enjoy your pleasures now For they will be your last In a broken promised land It’s just the calm before the storm They’re milking out the lies I’m drowning once again

The president knows He knows