Through Sadness
(NeoCons are branding the World)

Coming home exhausted
After a long day of work
I'm in no condition to
Think of something outside of my world

But I know what's going on,
I still know what's wrong.
There is no fooling tired eyes
Depression moving on

Depression looming over me
Pushed and shoved all day
The dreams that were so beautiful
A pleasure filled array
Are being stomped into the earth
By other people's ways.

It's easy not to notice
Pretend it's all ok
Just eat some food
And watch tv
describe to me the way.

But I know what's going on,
I still know what's wrong.
There is no fooling tired eyes
Depression moving on.

They sure like to think for me
And tell me what to do
Paint my life, my future
In the colors that they chose
And when the world has turned on them
I am their shield from the abuse.

The shield that's slowly rupturing
And shaking underneath
And looking up with one blind eye
Not seeing the disease
But feeling as if something's wrong
Depression's moving on.

So I know what's going on,
I still know it's wrong.
My prison cracks,
My day begins -
Disgruntled little pawn.

[I see the neocon]