Mindless Sleep

While our forefathers and mothers weep
We sleep that mindless sleep
We’ll keep digging till the digging’s complete
Until then we’ll sleep that mindless sleep
They are counting down the days
As we continue our childish ways
Reflecting their distain
As we revel in our golden age
Glory, glory to these days
Glory to this selfish world
Glory to our selfish ways
And in our sleep we won’t be phased
No wisdom for the dismantled and dased
We shant be true for truth is pure
We can’t be purged if wholly manure
The stench of our conviction
To serve the great system
Leaves us mindless to sleep
And contemplate our mission
Only complete when it all crumbles
While we sleep that mindless sleep