Bread and Circuses

Controlling soul's desire, though deemed not to exist Bread and circuses we're given. Obfuscation is the gist The bright, new shiny object will eventually decay Fresh, naive, and gullible- many facts are not in play For a price you'll leave it all behind, for a short time In this vast arena, I'm a speck Blurred vanities wrapped around my neck Lord Jesus lift me from this wreck Elaborate construction, employing fear and pain Debilitating psyops; pretender in the reign Deception's hideous web hinders what you see Only leaving visible, warped illusions of free Eagerly lining up for answers; wrapping twice around the gutted block Using the trendiest of dancers Enticing any who might think enough to balk Bread and circuses Bread and circuses We are here Synchronized automatons indoctrinated womb to tomb Encapsulated; isolated in fathomless, self-imposed gloom Bread and circuses Bread and circuses We are here In this vast arena, I'm a speck Blurred vanities wrapped around my neck Lord Jesus lift me from this wreck Simulated interface, sleeping at the wheel Imagination knows its place. Emotion keeps concealed Another night, repeat the act. The show must carry on Without satisfaction, and an atonal song For a price you'll leave it all behind, for a short time