dark moon
The dark of the mind
The policies and laws introduced
Leaving the people some just follow
On the trails of the glittering gold
They play the game of swinging rope
The jumping high one side to another
It never stays in place for long
The swinging rope will come in seconds
The ruling doesn't want a thinking people
It makes you jump high stopping for seconds
You become the automatic human robot
You don't have time to think of anything else
When you are tired and out of breath
The barking runners come to help
You think you are in safe hands
On the trails of the glittering gold
If you are not drugged
You will think the opposite way
You are imprisoned of your rights
You signed it away you never know it
The dark of the mind
You better get out reach to the light
There is hope yet in your way
You better grab it when you still have the chance
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