Traversing The Fantasy

Line your pockets

Off the backs of the weak

Labor comes so cheap

When times are dark and bleak

The free hand will fix all

The flags will rise one and all

Sinking deep we cannot breathe

As plastic men live like thieves

Plotting to secure our means

Dependent on constant feed

Constructing an endless need

Programming designed to breed

Servants sprung from demon seed

Never will we hold the keys

Eternal misery, since the start of history

Only this and nothing else

The dark secret of the self

Hurt from all the mental violence

But form and thought are reliant

On the forces that defy us

Crushing us beneath their feet

They tell us we are less

Then expect us to meet demands

Broken bodies built the tower

But can't bridge the gap

Of wealth and power

Faced with a life without

Psychic discretion

Killing ourselves

In vain desperation

Consuming without end

From birth 'til death

And over again!

For tortured minds there's no rest

Our souls become vermin's nest

Growing problems can be solved

Only when we lose resolve

Accept that there is an order

Never cross the golden border

Hoist your burden on your shoulder

Heavy stone, brick and mortar.

God-like beings from the stars

Sent to inflict mental scars

Helping us to build the bars

To a prison meant for us

Share your cell with sub-mankind

Struggle for the right to die

Take whatever lives you will

In the end you'll pay the bill.

They tell us we are less

Then expect us to meet demands

Broken bodies built the tower

But can't bridge the gap

Of wealth and power

We are the children of

Greed and the orphan

Beaten to obey with senseless devotion

Burned alive for causing commotion

Torn from the womb

Depleted, disposed of

Here we are we've reached the end

Too much anguish to pretend

That we live and are not dead

All our lives spent needing sleep

Help to build a vile keep

Fortified with evil deeds

That keeps us from being free

Always bound in slavery

For in the end all is lost

But for those who set the cost

Evil writers of the script

One act left, who will live

Evil words are everywhere

But we are too weak to care

They own our hearts and our minds

So it is now for all time!

They tell us we are less

Then expect us to meet demands

Broken bodies built the tower

But can't bridge the gap

Of wealth and power