kick out as they get stupid
whilst you sacrifice their brains
financing all that’s needed
to have your wicked way
and later when the air is clear
and no one left can speak
what lead us to this other place
where all that’s left is drink?
anaesthetised to action
by playing simple rules
at least we’ll learn to hate again
taught well by imbeciles
Broken on the walking daily,
slipped up, chucked up, spent on stuff
and never thought they’d have to do it.
One said he’d do it anyway, though he thought it wrong;
at some point that was the idea or something,
but no ones clear what changed.
At least, and now, like all the rest, he follows on for having some control seemed nice,
but don’t see nothing nice in here.
Manacles grip wrists tight,
hold him where he’s best kept safe,
as contributions are not best appreciated.