The Doom

With pride their shallow ride, vanity’s believing
Riding high but my soul is all tore down
Gathering momentum into the ground
These words are tainted, dis-info-tainment
What I see is acid to all logic but it’s alright
This light is darkness but it’s alright
Overlord needs no sword
The brow that beats, the sheep don’t speak
But it’s alright
The wool is on the whites of their eyes
The viral clone of virtue
Twisted words cast shadow across the bald faced truth
The shadow caste is getting longer