Toy Soldiers

Shh.
Hear that?
Its the sound of synchronised minds
Thinking in time
To the endless beat of society.

Drowning you in their mind control,
Good for the whole family,
Come one! Come all!

They'll take you at any age
Stifling you,
Replacing your trains of thought with a dull sensless rage.

A sea of faces drift by
As they fill your head with all the sounds of nothing.
On and on it drones,
Like a fly,
Buzzing around the inside of your head.

Making a nest.
Like rats they hide in the walls,
Giving new meaning to "an unwanted guest".

There's no hope.
Not for you,
Not for me,
Not until we stand up.
Utilise our own creativity.

It is only when we think for ourselves
That we will ever be free.