Extraordinary Rendition

Extraordinary rendition
Thought control and freedom sold
Transparent disposition
Forced to think what we are told

I still hate them, the same old show
But I'm stuck in here with nowhere to go
Angry dissident a thing of the past
Better shut up if you wanna last

Your world's not my world
So where do I fit in
And what can I say
Now when the new guard runs the town
What's my label this time around?

Extraordinary rendition
Everyone could be a threat
Compute the restriction
There's hardly any movement left

More illusions but the same old cage
More little gadgets to sooth the rage
More of the same good old control
So update your status so we can all know

I'm a terrorist