From the album The Scapegoat's Agony
This is a song about willful ignorance that accidentally becomes a case study in it. The narrator attacks people who refuse to think while offering his own blissful certainty: that cynicism is enlightenment. The chorus commands listeners to kill their thoughts to free their minds, which is just lobotomy dressed up as liberation. The song mocks sleepwalkers while sleepwalking through the same trap.
Clad in a veil of self-deception / Sleepers rise to start their fall
The veil protects the sleepers from seeing they're falling, not rising. That image applies equally to the masses the narrator despises and to the narrator himself, who wraps his own worldview in the protective veil of righteous anger.
Kill your thoughts to free your mind / Life is easier when you're blind
This claims to be a command but reads more like confession. The narrator has clearly thought extensively about this problem, which means he's failed his own test. A freed mind would think more freely, not stop thinking entirely.
Passengers chained to the backs of their seats / Staring and watching, without ever seeing
The passengers are locked into position but their eyes are still open. That's the narrator's situation too: he sees the problem clearly but can't imagine a way out, so he mistakes his paralysis for superiority.
The spiral keeps turning faster and faster / Out of control, out of control
The only moment the narrator admits he doesn't have the answer. The spiral has no exit, just speed. The song offers no vision of what enlightened seeing would actually lead to, only the blissful certainty that everyone else is asleep.
Bare of light, they try to find / Out of sight and out of mind
The masses are searching in the dark for something the narrator never names. He knows what's wrong but not what's right. That asymmetry is the song's actual subject, though I don't think the narrator realizes it.
The song's core contradiction is that it performs the same self-deception it diagnoses. The narrator would be surprised to learn he's offering blissful certainty just like the people he mocks—only his version is cynicism instead of ignorance. What sticks is the honesty of the spiral image: faster and faster, out of control, no exit named.