If we give the horses blinders They wont see the approaching ledge Too much time and effort spent on just another bridge We trust the local doctor We trust the medicine Our child gets a scratch We give our child a brand new head We eat whats on our plate We drink whats in our cup We like the shiny tv screen It spits we lap it up And so they push this product And they know well buy it They sing a song We hum along We sing But we dont understand the words to the song And they fill our heads With sugar coated shit Cause theres no need to talk When we have medicine Theres a pill for every fucked up thought And a cure for every fucked up child When the mind starts running Be sure it wont cross the finish line And if it wanders Bring it back and cage it for some time And if it stretches It will only one day rip To prevent excessive thought Just keep it up on the shelf And when the shelves are full And supplies are short And quickly running out Youve got a thousand mindless zombies And terrified horses on your hands It was a damn good plan It was a damn good plan
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