Tin heads overdosed on virtual reality
manipulate useful idiots in staged dramas
contrived scripts with ham actors spouting line
staged scenarios in corrupted visages and mirages
its the play written by fools full of sound and laden fury
signifying accessibility to lazy fantasia and frigid delusions
elixir for swarms floating wingless fuelled on synthetic honey
common senses are commonized and sells to the lowest bidders
welcome to the theatre of no reasoning just do as we tell you to think

I am not a tin head Mr Director of fantasies, I wasn't even born here....