pull out your dead roots pull out your best suit it s time to inspect the subjects lose your intentions lose your common sense it s time to groom you for judgement stick to a numb stare strip to your underwear it s time for you to be cleansed keep your eye s straight for christ s sake remember we re your friends good luck getting over the fence good luck putting even a dent in the mission the plan just breathe you don t need to understand can you hear me the siren s on let the water run leave the lights on an ear for baby if you need it can you hear me i ll repeat it draw the bridges dig the ditches steep we re gonna need a new border get thyself in line it s time for reassignment time for the new first world order we got a job to do we don t ask we tell you work is freedom sloth is sin so pull out your dead roots pull out your best suit you know the one they re gonna bury you in good luck getting god on the phone good luck getting even atone you can trust me it s not a test and i won t leave you in this mess any questions you in the back can you hear me the siren s on let the water run leave the lights on an ear for baby if you need it can you hear me i ll repeat it good luck getting over the fence good luck putting even a dent in the mission the dream the body the blood the machine can you hear me the siren s on let the water run leave the lights on an ear for baby if you need it can you hear me i ll repeat it