Trust the System

footsteps aimlessly walking on their trails beaten down and broken shiny as the rails the rails of the train over used and rusted crumbling ignored the system that you trusted the silence of conformity the quiet crying song of people lost in apathy monotony so long the old man remembered the booming days of old and tried to warn the youngster with stories he had told the young man in the t shirt can hear no warning cries television cataracts covering his eyes commoners injected with complacent misdemeanors fed intravenously from mass media feeders the heretics will scream with no one to hear their call the working slaves will perish society will fall in the pulpit yelling mystifying lies sweating like a demon with fire in his eyes passing round a dish to collect the workers' wage saving souls ain't easy so he sets a stage profiting from fear preparing them for death comfort is a business says his liquor breath on the front row fanning the woman says amen waiting for the bell so she can live in sin forgiveness is a blessing that god will give to few surely she'll be one when her life is through the child in the classroom with the curious mind will be beaten and conditioned until she too is blind "trust in the system" is the motto that they teach "question nothing, so higher you can reach" the land of the free the home of the brave only for those of us content with being slaves some will stand on street corners holding big white signs telling of injustice held beneath our sights but those who throw the bombs which burn society down those will be the shakers for true freedom to be found but the sheep still continue to justify their life ignoring others torment blind to their strife perpetuating failure selling bankers souls to keep on consuming to get the best remote control to build themselves a shield what kind of life is this numbness is a virtue and ignorance is bliss