To pass through the eye of their Needle and arrive at some gate of reward To live at odds with the truth - blinkered, bound and gagged To rest, work and play inside the barricades and facades Forever under watchful eyes Inside the straight and the narrow, ceremonies of opposites No slim pickings for aggressors clothed as victims To view the skewered through each filtered lens And not sense the vultures amongst the plebes To their very marrow, usurp all dissidence Lost to smoke and mirrors when the masters look like victims To defeat the spirit, subsumed to the innermost Our fatal flaw inherent, a weighted consequence Hegemony hammer home illusions of consent Dystopia ad nauseam aggressors clothed as victims