I popped a sprocket on the wheel.
And now their voices fill my head,
With songs and cruel & unusual
What in hell did I Do to deserve this?

I was blessed to have resolve to withstand,
Until they started to manoever me towards the gallows
Had to hold fast and tightly to my belief in peace
To listen for the whispers saying wait for me.

Marched right into my head, and
Started giving orders like they owned it.
Employee monitoring was state of the art.
I warn you, don't make me

Individuals and flibbertygibbets
need their privacy.
You think I'm all fun and games,
But I have a serious dark side.

You say your life is an open book.
We don't thynk you'll ever pass muster.
So let's just rifle thru her head
then dust her.

They say you got my gift to you
My apology for all the bitter days
of teary silence and rage.
Yes, I played it tricky & deep.

They knew too much
about too many private things.
Dream language is the tool of hypnosis
Creates a window into the dreamer

The front door with majestic scenes
of a lazy lioness and her pride,
At the foot of acanthus leaved columns,
That was built by my sister, the engineer.

She learned the language
From a pair of twins from some
small Texas germantown
Never told her, I built a back door,

To which I gave you the key.
They say he cut you cruelly-
To keep you from mucking up their profit,
To keep you from abandoning your race.

All for a few minutes of wisht?
Stole a few years of my dreams
scribed and kept set away for you.
I'm glad we found a better way.

If I wake to find it's just another dream,
I don't know what I'll do.
It's the wildness they hate in us.
They only thynk it's about race.