Round and Round we go
On this merry go round
riding our horses
feeling alittle ill

I turn to the operator to find
a snarling beast
I pleaded with him to stop
but he cant seem to understand
compassion

Higher and higher we fly
on this jet plane
always trying to reach a new altitude
or esteem
but the machine is failing and compromised

Faster and Faster we race
in elegant cars
to reach the finish line first
oh we want to win!

Our tires are spinning but
we've only reached desert
so we continue barking until
another bone is thrown
a new elegant car

We keep yelling and yelling
crying and dying
seeking help for these deep seeded tramas
and with the trusted gentle voice we hired
once again we agree to sedation

In all honesty
The truth doesnt set any one free
we are comfortably imprisoned
and controlled
always barking for another bone