VERSE • batcave, bc • 2002.02.1
Authority's children have empty minds,
The vaccuum tube has sucked them dry.
Chanting these words as they hang their heads,
Driving to work and back again:
We'll gladly submit easy payments of our souls,
If you'll just help us fit the mold.
It's all been done, we'll just watch the show.
We can't make a difference. Pass the remote.
Cells in a system, they choose to be.
Their minds are lost, controlled, and weak.
Working so hard, no time to relax.
Carrying other's burdens on their backs.
Confused straight into apathy.
Lost in illusions they cannot feel,
They forget just what is really real.
News reports impending doom,
While overhead the big one looms.
Blaring ads and marching songs,
Repeating as they sing along:
Don't worry kids, not all is gloom.
Now it's bigger, better, shinier, new.
Just call me big brother and I'll help you,
In every way, with everything you do.
Mislead by cencored corporate lore,
They know not who they really war.
Irrational cycles, subconcious dread.
Living proven formulas time and again.
Oscillating trends to pass the time.
Tastless songs infect their minds.
Giving up freedom one contract at a time,
They're stuck to the system, in legal bind.
Working all day like busy bees,
Seeing only what they're told to see.
Barbaric fear and instictual lust,
Enslaves them deep in broken trust.
Leaders lie through blowing smoke,
Democracy's been made a joke.
Physically and mentally unprepared,
Rebellion they'd never dare.
Downwards, hellwards, out of control,
Commercialism's taken hold.
Lost in illusions they like to see,
They're strangers to reality.