Do Nothing Till You Hear from Me

I'm slipping under the radar.
There's a black suit at my door.
I'm heading for the freeway,
So keep the news on frequency four.

We're living under illusion.
They're cleaning up the streets.
The truth is a fugitive.
They've got it sown up neat.

I'm gonna spill these revelations.
This night birds' got a song.
When you read these conversations,
You can thank me when I'm done.

And they'll feed you anything they want.
Don't listen to their lies.
And they'll tell you it's just a false alarm,
While the sirens split the skies.
So stay right here.
Don't fret my dear.
Do nothing till you hear from me.
Do nothing till you hear from me.

Strictly unofficial,
They keep us under file.
Potentially judicial.
I know their style.

They hide behind a human shield.
The enemy within.
The parallel dark corridors
of a machine that's built to win.

Contingency for crowd control,
under rule of marshal law.
You can take it with a pinch of salt,
Till the back suit's at your door.

And they'll feed you anything they want.
Don't listen to their lies.
And they'll tell you it's just a false alarm,
but the signs are in the skies.
So stay right here keep the line clear.

Do nothing till you hear from me.
Do nothing till I,
Infiltrate security
And close their system down.
Maybe then the world will see
these roaches under ground.

So stay right here,
Keep the line clear.
Do nothing till you hear from me.
Do nothing till you hear from me.
Say nothing till you hear from me.
Do nothing till you hear from me.