The World As We Know It

Hold out your hand,
Now close your eyes,
You sit, and we all stand,
And you believe all the lies

Your small, I'm big,
This is surely known,
"Can we be herded back to our pins?"
Sheep sheared of all we own

All of these puppets, strings attached to their fingers,
The smell of the aftermath still lingers,
Arise, now, all ye hell-bringers,
Be judged and condemned to the oblivious

Brought from birth is the blank slate we all carry,
Instructions carved into the mind, to be cautious and wary,
Scared shitless of the world, in it to just fuck and marry,
It's time for you to believe none of this

Turn on the white noise,
Numb the mind with the Novocaine of media today,
Were considered nothing but toys,
With mouths sewn shut, with nothing to say