Plea of a Paranoid Dictator

When thoughts project on the wall from the mind

And animal hunters search for the blind

Everyone here will get old sick and die

And gravity’s lost its complete sense of time

We know we need to relax and unwind

The dispatch barters what he couldn’t find

Prisoners are punished for crossing the line

One step and there’ll be men with guns from behind

 

I’ll set you free but don’t turn your back on me

Or my thieves will rob you in your sleep

Little thieves don’t turn your back on me

And that’s all I’m asking of you

 

The pills we push are politically kind

And make all the patients lose their sense of time

They’re locked in their room but they’re doing just fine

The outside world is happy sublime

We’re going too fast we need to rewind

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Relapse is groggy and full of surmise

Perpetual daydream was always the prize

 

I’ll let you be but don’t turn your back on me

Or my thieves will rob you in your sleep

Little thieves don’t turn your back on me

And that’s all I’m asking of you

Yeah that’s all I want from you