Art imitates life
But sheeple don’t want to know
Distracted by lies

They worship false stars
That influence their thinking
And lull them to sleep

They’ll never ask why
They’re too in love with the dream
They’d rather pretend

Live within a show
They obey their programming
Cursed television

Voluntarily
Under blind obedience
Admiring foes

That have enslaved them
They can’t tell the difference
Destroyed discernment

Out of convenience
Afraid of truth’s wilderness
They snooze through alarms

Falling for dark charms
Slaves to the hypnotism
Comatose zombies.