Listen up, now!
It's time to switch your brain off
And let your life be guided
By an advisor, by a dictator -- or both
How sweet it is
To not have to think for yourself
And if that nagging voice
Should ever dare raise itself
Then call it the devil, or worse
But sweet becomes sickly
And as the chickenfeed loses its taste
You will yearn for something more
For worlds whose doors you've once closed
To open like before
For as you stop the flow of senses
The flow that held back your recesses
Whole worlds, whole people, whole pain
Will rush back in
And though your leader or newsreader
Tries to narrow down your mind
If you switch your laptop off
Before your brain wanders off
Then you may see, even live, life in full
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