Alive but lifeless, wretched and woeful Frail ghosts enshrouded by the fog of torpor Humble and meek, enthralled and subdued Superfluous and oblivious to enslavement Worthless subordinates, acolytes of futility Inferior drones blinded by the shadows of dusk Sheep led astray, lost and weak Fall into line, falling, falling... Avert their eyes to see not the truth Cover their ears and speak without words Limbs bent backward to defy a stride Oh, to exist in blissful ignorance I challenge the passage of time And question the illusion of life With its myths of apathy and ecstasy I reject this myopic delusion