Apoptygma Berzerk - Incompatible lyrics
[Apoptygma Berzerk - Incompatible lyrics]
They say reality is an illusion
We all create our own
So who is right or wrong?
Yes, I am still searching for the truth
When did you stop looking?
Where did we go wrong?
Every time you create a problem
You have the remedy the same old strategy
I ate the red pill, no turning back
The gloves are off now
Where did we go wrong?
Where did it all go wrong?
The fruit of my imagination
A blessing or a curse
I'm a stranger in a plastic nation
Stuck in reverse
Take a look from my perspective
It's so obvious to me
I can't stand this narrow-mindedness
We'll always disagree we're incompatible
For all this time
They've deceived the nations
It always makes me sick i don't belong here
If I turn off, then engage me please
Count my heartbeat where did we go wrong?
Molded to fit into a system
A brain-dead society
No questions being asked our minds are bent
Raise your fists and yell
"Power to the sheeple!"
Where did we go wrong?
The fruit of my imagination
A blessing or a curse
I'm a stranger in a plastic nation
Stuck in reverse
Take a look from my perspective
It's so obvious to me
I can't stand this narrow-mindedness
We'll always disagree we're incompatible
We all create our own
So who is right or wrong?
Yes, I am still searching for the truth
When did you stop looking?
Where did we go wrong?
Every time you create a problem
You have the remedy the same old strategy
I ate the red pill, no turning back
The gloves are off now
Where did we go wrong?
Where did it all go wrong?
The fruit of my imagination
A blessing or a curse
I'm a stranger in a plastic nation
Stuck in reverse
Take a look from my perspective
It's so obvious to me
I can't stand this narrow-mindedness
We'll always disagree we're incompatible
For all this time
They've deceived the nations
It always makes me sick i don't belong here
If I turn off, then engage me please
Count my heartbeat where did we go wrong?
Molded to fit into a system
A brain-dead society
No questions being asked our minds are bent
Raise your fists and yell
"Power to the sheeple!"
Where did we go wrong?
The fruit of my imagination
A blessing or a curse
I'm a stranger in a plastic nation
Stuck in reverse
Take a look from my perspective
It's so obvious to me
I can't stand this narrow-mindedness
We'll always disagree we're incompatible