Keep on the pace, that They demand
Work, Stop, Rest, simple continuous commands
Rise for the observing judges
Act as your fellow puppets.
The strings get tighter, as time keeps carving
Through the veins & through bone
Slowly, making it all, a torment.
Insufficient is the will, to go against them
As there is enough hate to feel, And no one to condemn.
Known to us all are these strange masters
but it is a faceless collective
That no one and everyone belongs to.
Keep the pace, That they demand
Work, Stop, Act, simple continuous commands
Rise for the observing monsters
Fall as your fellow puppets.