Sheep
Paranoia,
misconceptions:
This circle that we ride.
It’s all science-fiction,
superstition:
The fabric of our lives.
A predicted,
hallucination:
To convince us we’re alright.
Lock the doors up,
keep the noise down,
we’re giving in to fright.
Inoculation,
mastication:
Is killing us on sight.
Raping passion,
keeping rations
of mind erasing blight.
So turn the TV on,
hold all thought til dawn,
don’t you dare put up a fight.
Don’t you dare put up a fight.
Don’t you dare put up a fight.
Don’t you dare put up a fight.
