Stored in the underground vaults of time, I hear you whine
Under your car window.
Legs so bent,
My time is spent
Laughing eagerly at
Your enslavement.
The mental enslavement
Of our age.
The type of control that tricks you
Into thinking
You're in control.
No.
Be wise.
Be with a faith
Inside yourself.
That small quiet voice
That these days you ignore.
Listen,
Be guided.
We need you
To help us
Break our enslavement.
