Automatons with business suits, swinging black boxes
Sequestering the blueprints of dayly life
Content and free of care they rejoice in morning rituals
As they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky
I don't ask questions, don't promote demonstration
Don't look for new concensus, don't stray from constitution
If I pierce the complexity I won't find salvation
Just the bald and overt truth of the evil and deception
There is an inner logic
And we're taught to stay far from it
It is simple and elegant
But it's cruel and antithetic