Their minds are dead
It's in my head
No subtle notes
Just thought's not read

They don't see what
How or when
Yet lead a life
Of grin to pen

Mere robots of our
Life these days
In 84 we prayed
In slaves

It's here and now
The blinded lead
The new world rises
Gotten greed

The day approaches
Yet no sight
In our blinded washed
All out

Mayans knew our time
Was near
Time to count our blessing
Fear

No more dates and blinded lives
Words done fighting
This our life
Our end of time