Rapidly moving through the city of sleep,
it stops for rest before chugging on.
Rapidly moving, it's an idiot's parade;
its spider legs tower over buildings
Suddenly there's a disturbance up front;
A new fool takes hold of the group.
Lumbering like an ape in a cage,
he doesn't understand captivity.
Stay!
The eyes, the eyes
are moving 'round.
The eyes! The eyes!
Stray, my eyes, my eyes!
It's coming down.
The eyes! The eyes!
The newest leader formulates a plan:
down with those not part of the tribe.
The newest leader does not comprehend
that he will soon be outside of party lines.
His flock disperses to conquer the buildings,
smashing windows and burning books.
When reconvened they turn to him,
and with looks of doubt they ask "what's next?"
Stay!
The eyes, the eyes
are moving 'round.
The eyes! The eyes!
Stray, my eyes, my eyes!
It's coming down.
The eyes! The eyes!
Whether endeavors are well spent
is not up to you.
It's up to
the cosmic chariot.
Often the holy will hold true
to what is skewed.
They bloom
in a post-fact society.
Surprisingly complex thoughts
from multi-celled organisms,
delivered at high speed
to your cerebellum.
The only answer
is what you believe in,
but weigh that against
the suffering of other people.
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