We’re caulking up the cracks in the facade of our reason.
Environmental factors aren’t responsible this season.
It seems that all the wear and tear is coming from within,
‘tween where propaganda ends and outright lies begin.
Minds exposed to massive doses of prepared corrosion
tend to teeter on the brink of shut down or explosion.
Bandages and blindfolds offered as some kind of fix
only tend to obscure the base nature of their tricks.
They’ll sell their own brand of madness as a healing factor,
led not by a ruler but a simple two-bit actor.
Hammer, nails and sweat prevails, but only with a vision.
Workers, come together. You don’t deserve this derision.