The Pigs in Power

I am the living god And I am dead So is everyone They just don’t know it yet I am the soured mind And I am warped Befouled amongst a poison existence The illusion of order holds no validity to me Well trained monkeys going through the motions You only exist to procreate and die Just meaningless piles of cells with so much pretention I cannot unsee the falseness of society I cannot join in the hope in the system I will not pretend that we really get a choice I will never bow to the pigs who are in power Dance, marionette, dance to their commands And you delight to do their bidding Chase the goals that they set for you Work your fingers to the bone for things you’ll never have