S inging off-tune at the top of my voice
C hanting an unwitty rhyme
I decline to sup of this unmerry feast
.....................where.....................
Z ombies abound in the heart of the beast
.....................and.....................
O gres twist out hypnotic rhythms of slime
B reak up do I with the ranks of totalitarians
L ascivious predators posing as concerned citizenry
U n-becoming Humans these, reading from teleprompters
E soteric rituals performed in full frontal view
S ilencing those who tongues would otherwise vibrate
B lasting through smoke screens of gloss-drip propaganda
L urid lumps of unreality piled up willy-nilly like corpses
U seless in zombiehood and branded with philanthropic logos of deceit
E xtras mill about looking for scraps, faces masked by fear and confusion
S earchlights pinpoint a designated target as a new witch-hunt gets underway
B eauty's bust man, it vanishes when personal Power's relinquished
L ove? Now seriously son, wtf is that but another TV-pie in the sky?
U nconditional? Join the army and ask Colonel Control what he thinks
E go? Yo Mofo, NOW you're beginning to talk like OneOfUs!
S ez the spokesperson, reading from his teleprompt script
B ut, but, but...I have my inoculated saviour, a needle-prick get-out clause
L isten to the marketing clip, the message on the philanthropic logo
U know, the one about the Build Gates To Hell initiative for example...
E xtras turn excitedly at the thought of a windfall in the offing
S ome of them shake their heads in wonder at their technological masters
M ission ain't accomplished yet ye masked marauder
I hear intrepid voices rising above thy chaotic din
S oon will thy prefabricated delusions falter
S HATtEr, no more to sabotage from within
I am many, we will not swallow any more thy poisoned pill
O r wait with baited breath for Godot, for 'tis clear
N ow that thy violent strength will disappear - t'is but paper thin!
A rise mysterious tongues of stories unforetold
B eyond masks, roles, inverted symbology of old
A bandoned be viral madness, left on shelf to implode
N ew is be-coming, recasting and shaping the mould
D ripping with fragrance and gentle to behold
O ther Realities creating, the Truth WILL be told
N ot a Big Fat Ol' Lemon like we were once sold
E xpecting it to glitter like worthless Fool's Gold
.....................so let('s) go.....................
D im the lights yo, prepare to watch the drama unfold!
