Know Your Place, Apparently

It’s been gone a long time
Dead before I was born
Freedom everlasting
A nice thought, now forlorn
A bit of truth
Turned commercial success
Your vision compromised
Into a tiny hope that was ‘blessed’

In these troubled times
Image is the ultimate factor
The words, not to be considered
Extremity is the master
So toss aside all your thoughts
Absorb the big man and his sneer
Won’t the world be such a beautiful place
If we all just obey
                            and live in fear

Keep the minds simple
They will be easy to turn
Obstruct the information
They will learn what we tell them to learn
And if anyone speaks out
We will write them off as a joke
Those who speak out
Will be considered a hoax

As long as I keep a pretty face
As long as I keep mouth shut
If I don’t interfere with this hierarchy
I will be the royal slut