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Slaves


They walk around like drones

All the people in the street

With their faces in their phones

How blind to the world they must be

They live so oblivious

Knowing not what anything means

They walk around in ignorance

Straight into the big machine

They are slaves to their master

Cannot think for themselves

The end will come much faster if they cannot protect themselves

 

Mindless zombies, walking around

Not quite sure what’s up and what’s down

Obeying their masters, herded like sheep

Doing what they’re told until they can sleep

They could break their chains if they tried

from the devices to which they are tied

But like a child towards the sky

They all seem so hypnotized

 

I once saw a sight that made me white

A faggot being beaten out in public

There were people all around to see

But no one tried to stop it

With their faces to the ground, they tweeted out

“Please, we need to end this shit”

People reacted with shock and terror

But still, no one stopped it

A queer disappeared that day

Without a care or a thought and

People went on with their lives

Just like nothing ever happened

 

Mindless zombies, walking around

Not quite sure what’s up and what’s down

Obeying their masters, herded like sheep

Doing what they’re told until they can sleep

They could break their chains if they tried

from the devices to which they are tied

But like a child towards the sky

They all seem so hypnotized

 

Once I knew this special woman

She was a clever girl

I held her to the highest respect

Until I glimpsed her world

Every day she sat and stared

into the glass screen of her cell

Attempts to reach her were pointless

Like she was trapped inside a cell

Once I knew a fellow man

Who felt the same as me

I thought I’d found a free-thinker

But then, clearly, could I see

He was trapped as all the rest

In the false paradise

The dead must be among us

From their graves, they rise

Technology was supposed to help us

But all it does is take our heart

Funny how it was intended to connect us

When all it does is push us apart

 

Mindless zombies, walking around

Not quite sure what’s up and what’s down

Obeying their masters, herded like sheep

Doing what they’re told until they can sleep

They could break their chains if they tried

from the devices to which they are tied

But like a child towards the sky

They all seem so hypnotized

 
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