The Walrus and the Fisherman - Hit the Switch

Under the storm at midnight’s sea

Decipherable intent to rival

And while we feast on their dead ends

A means to vilify dissent

A formal grace has mystified our sentiments

The walrus and the fisherman

You’re welcome to join pursuit

The game it never ends

We made a place for all mankind

This precious gift is more than man’s dying heart

The catalyst of growing fears in us all

Chastise the malice king

The self appointed martyrs of the privileged class

Wearing rulers clothes

And spouting judges quotes like mass

Indoctrinated tools

The shepherd’s finest white domestications

Right before your eyes

All forming a line

We are the marks across

The vein severed

From all around us

Invented new suspicions

Interchangeable

And for every new exclusion millions of more victimized

By nameless self-consumed complacent passive dependents

So just rank single file

This world is not our own

It’s not just another war

This is all we know and don’t