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We’re happy and free, in our own greed,

Too bad we can’t see the shallow pit waiting

To take us in, Yet even when we’ve fallen,

We are comforted by the melodies they’re playing

You are one of us, We know what’s best for you,

Just take your medicine

And on blind faith

the sound bite, the spin machine

Always working behind the scene

Serving up Your TV dinner

Here now little sheep,

Trade in your narrow sight for blinded eyes

And we will be your sighted guides

Down the darkened narrow streets of morality

Stop that idea forming in your head,

Resist the temptation to defect

Everything we’ve done was to protect

our great society

And now we’ve finished,

Your glassy eyes confirm

You’re a walking zombie

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