Gamboling little sheep skip and hop in mindless animation
paint lives and deeds in vivid invisible sobriety
a heady brew of manufactured artificiality
where they play hide and seek of the low mentality
In the village of ignorance where post truth reigns

I do not live in your village of make believe and shadow dancing
did not come with strings attached and legs with bells on
conjure up your phantoms deeds and notions
post scripts from mad authors and demented conductors
its your world not mine and I haven't sold my mind
because I am exclusive, not one of a pack of sheep