(New song for Analog Hearts)
In Hell, everything's automated
The clock, the job, the children, too
Orwell was right, dont'ya know
Play along, or fall prey to it, too ...
In Hell, all the Sprits are striking
And the priests are sizzling, indeed
For numerous Sins, taunted
Tick-tock / stop-watch / time-clock of Greed
From the depths of my analog Soul
To the tips of my tipsy toes
I sound my howl, incongruous
My brutal Self, who knows
Moreover, Conformity equals betrayal of Self
However, Collective is a strength un-tapped
Being yourself doesn't pay
They say, they say ...
But for what is Real simply IS
And what is Right is relative
Writing this for all who crave perfection, 'cuz
Everything's automated in Hell
(PS - Stop the automation of Humans) Peace, -Todd
Posted by calico at June 14, 2007 08:54 AM