Your massive simple spheres
All red, green, blue and yellow
Roll across the land
Sponging everything up
No secret is safe, not one part of nature unscanned
And you return this to your masters
Without even knowing why
And they tell you how to hold it
How to show it, and what to withhold
And slowly your mouth speaks lies
That keeps us all watching, feeding, sucking
Until we have no lives unless we buy
Buy into endless slices of cake
That keeps us simple and keeps us slow
And there’s no time for thinking
Or causing things to improve
Because sooner or later those balls
Will come and roll over us and keep us small
And while we buy mute
Greed burns all the remaining green
We fall asleep, thirsty, hungry and blank
With the vague thought that sometime before
We must have created you
We must be getting what we deserve
The stars come out, look down upon us
And that last connection… It just hangs there…
It just hangs…