Your happiness only fleeting

Darkness lives and is deceiving

Open your hand to find it empty

Desolate in the land of plenty

And you wonder where your freedoms are

Purged from you bruised and scarred

You whisper is this all there is?

You scream is this all there is?!

Numbered days of repetitive motion

Hopelessness the ruling emotion

Counting seconds for another day to end

So you can go to bed and repeat again

A recipe for life? Feast of toil

Rewards are given? A rest in soil

And you wonder what’s the meaning

Surviving in life, just worry and grieving?

Choking the heart to stop its beating?

Knowing its yourself that you’re cheating

Outside your toil, a media barrage

Stroked and fed by the whores massage

Propaganda fed as you tow the line

A ant that lives in the great design

To bogged down to even care

Spoon fed lies to dull despair

Truth? Your one amongst the sheep

For your shepherds to shear and keep

You’re held in pastures to live and dine

Distracted by dogs your kept in line

With a promise of wolves your kept in group

Only at slaughter will you see truth