Out Of The Mouth Of a Fool

In the place where apathy reigns supreme
In the land of empty stares
In the land of walking corpses - animated wastes of time
This is our home, drenched in a torrent of dissension
Raining down poisoned arrows, scarring the landscape, infecting us all
Neighborhoods separated by vast gulfs of personality, action discouraged, decadence praised
Drink from the swollen wineskin, so full of pus, bathe amongst the refuse and scum
Don the cloak of deceit, take baleful curses to your lips
Death to passion, death to innovation, long live assimilation