Chorus:

Are you dumb ?

Can you see that you're strung ?
Like puppets inside a stage,


Everyone,
Just like mice when they run,
Living inside a maze,


Chasing crums,
Every word off your tounge,

Is coming straight off a page,

By the ones,

Who control how to run,
This civilization made.....


Verse 1:

Seems out of society, 80% of us are just thick-as-%#@!,

And I don't mean in terms of academics or arithmetics,
I'm talking about the venomous illness spreading like syphilis,
Which causes mass blindness and ignorance to the system-which,

You're living-in,
The main engine which has driven-'em,
To be what they wanna be, Do what they wanna do, Governing decisions-in,

Every move you made, while you stayed in oblivion,
Living unaware to the subliminal imprisoning,
It's like you're walking with invisible-chains,

With only what you're told to see within a visible-range,
They think they're living in original-ways,
When their life was programmed at every individual-stage,

As well as thinking they have freedom-of-speech,
When someone sits above them with the script, feeding-them-sheets !
And even if the line of reading-is-breached,

Any one of them speaks, and their messages are speedily-ceased,
Shh, but don't be thinking beyond the monotony,
That's coming out your box sets, you're having a lobotomy,

It's what's required for this system to run properly,
Keep them all asleep in a mockery of democracy,
Just like puppets-on-a-string,

Orchestrating every move and what-they're-gonna-sing,
Force feeding your minds and stuffing-to-the-brim,
Looking around this town I just think, man........


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Verse 2:

Just like mice-in-a-maze,

Following the smell of cheese, to get by-for-the-days,
Thinking they're free living life-in-a-cage,
Trained to serve a role, which each mouse rightfully-plays,

So where you raised, at the bottom or top of the food-chain ?
You might not see it but you're living in a huge-game,
Designed so the majority work while only few-gain,

The rules already fixed to fit their true-aims,
It's like we're infected with an allergy-to-intellect,
Years of media run fallacies-begin-to-set,

Inside our minds, while your salary-will-intercept,
Any logic you had, trying to manage on the brink-of-debt,
Then take a look at most the youth-today,

Too preoccupied with new films, computer-games,
Drink, clubs, clothes, an acute-array,
Of distractions specifically made for keeping you-at-bay,

It's like someone sits above them puppeteering,
From the way they walk, to their clothes, to their $#&@ing-earrings,
Filled with the mainstream %#@! we have to suffer-hearing,

Each one a carbon copy of every other sucker-near-them,
But maybe you are actually-dumb,
Naturally-plums,

Who don't care how the factory's-run,
But even if this system is a satisfactory-one,
The dumbing down of the world has begun....