The news is promising paradise.
A perfect plan for a broken world.
There's no more hunger. No more fighting.
Everything is so quiet.
The screens in the city square are all showing the same symbol.
They are saying it's for our own good,
No more fighting.
Everything is so quiet.
It's a simple mark on your hand or your forehead.
They say it's a sign of our unity.
Every nation, every tribe, every language,
All brought under one command.
You can't buy, you can't sell, you can't get food,
Unless you have the new sign.
The world is cheering for a new way to live,
But some of us see the chain.
A perfect system, a perfect control.
My neighbor smiles as he shows me his hand.
He says it's freedom from debt.
My own brother is asking me why I hesitate.
There is so much pressure from every side,
But a voice deep inside me screams no.
This perfect new world feels like a trap.
Also it causes all, both small and great, both rich and poor, both free and slave,
to be marked on the right hand or the forehead,
so that no one can buy or sell unless he has the mark,
that is, the name of the beast or the number of its name.
Every nation, every tribe, every language,
All brought under one command.
You can't buy, you can't sell, you can't get food,
Unless you have the new sign.
The world is cheering for a new way to live,
But some of us see the chain.
A perfect system, a perfect control.
One world...
One system...
One choice...
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