Everything is changing there is very little that’s real
I know that life on the Animal Farm seems nice in the beginning when you don’t have to think for yourself or care how others feel
but it gets old when you can’t stop bleeding and toiling in the fields of oppressed tears
Smoke and mirrors work in concert with cloudy days and rain year after year
No one uses their eyes anymore so what’s the need for sunlight when you have learned to live comfortably in the dark
It’s pure pleasure for the elite watching trained dogs chasing mirages in a dream performing tricks while drowning in a raging flood of ignorance at the mercy of sharks
The grass and trees aren’t genuine you know. They are plastic paid for with plastic
as the foolish intellect doesn’t mind getting played all damn day
Strange that the Master has been away from home for so long that is if He had ever been there at all
Perhaps it’s easier to have Others surveil the beasts rather than wearily watching them spiral into a pitfall
The manufactured burdens of this life are just not sustainable for the masses
The integrity of the foundation crumbles and hope wanes as the created illusions, once revealed, makes us all feel like asses
Is it too late for redemption?
Is it too late for forgiveness?
Is it too late for love?
Is it too late to shine through the darkness?
Band of Horses: I go to the barn because I like the…
there at all
