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
