What's a Rebellion in a world which sacrificed the will?
Deleted hope and love for the unlearned loss.
Produced in rearing and spawn, the non-invidual,
Witted and bound to spell doom for everyone.
Progress from discontent in a regime of perfection.
In the age of noise could silence be the sword?
You - the wild in the consistent
Dream of life, the dream is choked.
Where death feeds the entertainment
Your's sold to Utopian complete.
Where is the thought in a state which forfeited the intellect?
Drained in castes for the lesser ideal.
Trimmed with deafening noise, to fear the bloom and the science
But where there's blinding light, there is shadow.