Desensitized

The mystique fiber of everything accomplished
Empowers every cog in the web-like machine.
Refined with reeking steam their breath is casting
A plain mechanical charisma in between.

The painted stare that every man is wearing,
Sustained by crippled artist hands that falter;
A muted exhibition ripped from the ordinary,
Where mimes are trapped and the escape is shattered.

The golden wires are hidden from our blinded eyes
And alternate commands are passing through our brains.
A static disappointment but we engage the lies;
We guess there’s a solution but don’t leave the race.

The lullaby of horrors that keeps us paralyzed;
Magnetic implications that lyrics propagate;
You go to sleep and suddenly your hands are tied
And soon the master will pass you through the gate.

The cynic balsam that mummifies your soul;
Inhale the heavy drugs they send for your demise.
They guarantee you won’t feel anything at all
And nothing you will feel for your entire life.

The rain of cleaning mild solution every day;
And pipes are passing mind erasing antidotes.
It makes you feel your essence’s made of clay.
The itches aggravated by this new fashioned pox.