Blissful Nescience

Keep praising the tyrannical By giving them power waiting to see what unveils In the final battle hour They teach us to love what is wrong mislead our every step But as long as we are having fun Who gives a heck We are praising the wicked Loving the scheme Allowing the cynical to Control the scene We ask ourselves"Why pray" if God doesn't exist We are our own masters Ignorance is bliss Continuing to be lead astray like swine towards slaughter. They say money is the power With power comes great fame Ignorant that we follow The likings of devils in chains