Touching your skin
Is a victory
A revolution
Of hearts and minds
When does a movement become a regime?
When your spies with the smiling guys call in the secret police
Call in the secret police

What happened to the vision we had
This silence is a strangled cry (call in the secret police)
The freedom to say whatever we like
Replaced with a recital of lines

When the rot sets in
Misdressed in suspicion
And to caress now a strange hand in the night
The manifesto we prize
With secrets and lies
A state of fear
A cold war
Call in the secret police

What happened to the vision we had
This silence is a strangled cry (call in the secret police)
The freedom to say whatever we like
Replaced with a recital of lines

What happened to the vision we had
This silence is a strangled cry (call in the secret police)
The freedom to say whatever we like
Replaced with a recital of lines

Don't make me disappear I have not told the line
Don't make me disappear I have not told the line, (disappear, disappear)
Don't make me disappear I have not told the line, (disappear, disappear)

It doesn't have to get like this
It doesn't have to get like this

Call in the secret police
Call in the secret police

What happened to the vision we had, (ahh, ahh)
This silence is a strangled cry (call in the secret police) (ahh, ahh)
The freedom to say whatever we like (ahh, ahh)
Replaced with a recital of lines (ahh, ahh)

What happened to the vision we had, (ahh, ahh)
This silence is a strangled cry (call in the secret police) (ahh, ahh)
The freedom to say whatever we like (ahh, ahh)
Replaced with a recital of lines (ahh, ahh)