The

cla-

mour

and

the

clat-

ter

of

in-

censed

keys

Can

bring

a

na-

tion

to

its

knees

On

the

wings

of

a

le-

thal

i

-

con

Bird

of

prey

It's

a

sign

of

the

times

when

bed-

lam

rules

When

the

mas-

ses

con-

done

pom

-

pous

fools

And

the

scales

of

jus-

tice

tip

in

di-

sar-

ray

Pa-

nic

at-

tack,

pa-

nic

at-

tack

Pa-

nic

at-

tack,

pa-

nic

at-

tack

Mat-

ters

of

fact

fall

on

deaf

ears

While

the

bitter

mobs

ramp

up

their

fears

Go

cree-

ping

round

those

cor

-

ri-

dors

of

po-

wer

As

the

dead

heads

glad-

ly

suf

-

fer

sins

While

the

eu-

tha-

ni-

sing

then

be-

gins

The

clock

is

ti-

cking

down

to

dooms-

day

hour

Pa-

nic

at-

tack,

pa-

nic

at-

tack

Pa-

nic

at-

tack,

pa-

nic

at-

tack

A-

lien

na-

tions

gleam

Cy-

bert-

ro-

nic

schemes

Fib-

re

op-

tic

mass

hyp-

no-

tic

Wild

ne-

u-

ro-

tic

memes

Cy-

ni-

cism

greed

is

what

you're

fed

Dis-

con-

nec

-

ting

from

the

world

wide

web

It

don't

mat-

ter

about

your

choice

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all

you've

got

is

an

emp

-

ty

voice

And

there's

no

way

left

to

tell

what's

right

from

wrong

There's

still

time

left

to

do

what's

right

E-

li-

mi-

nate

those

pa-

ra-

sites

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force

your

mind

a-

midst

the

ang-

ry

throng

Pa-

nic

at-

tack,

pa-

nic

at-

tack

Dis-

con-

nect

the

sys-

tem

Pa-

nic

at-

tack,

pa-

nic

at-

tack

Eu-

tha-

nise

the

brain

Pa-

nic

at-

tack,

pa-

nic

at-

tack

Blind

syn-

the-

tic

wis-

dom

Pa-

nic

at-

tack,

pa-

nic

at-

tack

Di-

gi-

tal-

ly

cri-

mi-

nal-

ly

in-

sane

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nic

at-

tack,

pa-

nic

at-

tack

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nic

at-

tack,

pa-

nic

at-

tack

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nic

at-

tack,

pa-

nic

at-

tack