Stick the key into me, stick it in real fine
wind me up like clockwork for I’m Bot sublime.
I’ve been being wound-up ‘fore knew how to talk
key you’re sticking in me used to control thoughts.
Locke’s tabula rasa has been scribbled on,
lectured me on free-will while made me a pawn.
I was pleasure seeker, avoider of pain,
sucked alma mater teat with sub font’nel brain.
Everything a wonder, thirsted at the sink;
you showed me true colors, taught me what to think.
The sins of the fathers go unrecognized
but though we can’t see them forever malign.
There are just two classes, there’s just us and them;
we are sweet molasses, they’re class full of sin.
Spectacles you gave me color all I see:
Meant to make me upright but you blinded me.
Blinded me to beauty, blinded me to truth,
can’t escape the scribblings soul etched in my youth.
I’m not castigating, I’m not throwing stones,
each of us is wound-up with keys we don’t know.
Underlying fabric of our daily lives
binds us all together, can’t escape own lies.
If there was an Adam and Eve from his rib
in Garden of Eden enabled lies from crib.
Destiny awaits us, give in to your fate,
all the future’s written, karmic wheel of hate.
No coincidences, get what we deserve:
Never was a notion that was more absurd.
Selective perspective, bias cognition,
is key that controls us, our unseen prison.
Paradigm prescription, fragile house of cards,
each of us is slave to, refutes we discard.
Wind-up toys with buttons that are easily pressed,
cloud glasses and contacts, from truth bar access.
Each of us is programmed, each of us controlled,
question of the hour are we all lost souls?
Are we doomed to blindness, to be insensate?
Ever live with blinders, and forever hate?
Ascension is calling, we can rise above,
deny puppet-master and our blinders slough.
Stuck the key into me, did it out of love,
wound me up like clockwork, now must rise above.
Fear I may be bleeding when pull out that key
though I shrink from blood loss long to set soul free.