Another Brick In The Wall

Western-Most Seas

You’re forced in a world you don’t understand,
Broken by shouts and shattered by hand.
You’re told to be scared of the stars, sun, and sky,
As the sheep slowly wear away all of the land.

There’s no choice what learn or what you can be,
Yet you pray to your God and your flawless country.
But as soon as you’re old the blinders fall off,
But you’re visions so blurry, you don’t truly see.

As the cats and the dogs and the slobbering hogs,
Hide behind a cloud of duel-countenanced fog.
As the birds and the bees and the looming oak trees,
Cower their way back towards the western-most seas.

You work yourself into a hole all alone,
With a hope for a car and a dog and a home.
Working for tomorrow is just as sane,
As buying insurance for shit you don’t own.

You listen to tunes as you type at your desk,
You’re told you’ll do anything if you try your best,
But you keep on wondering why you’re still here,
Typing away at your cramped little desk.

As the cats and the dogs and the slobbering hogs,
Hide behind a cloud of duel-countenanced fog.
As the birds and the bees and the looming oak trees,
Cower their way back towards the western-most seas.