Stop the camera,
what's your thick lense eye got to do with this fury gone dumb?
They are going dee-dee-doo-dum,
they are carrying us away on stretchers and shoulders,
bleeding in the aftermath of just another missile shock treatment,
in retaliation to some stupid wagger blowing his cool...
I say, push the gods aside for Him to see,
are you satisfied, Father, are you with me?
Stop the story plot from unwinding, drop the dopey approach,
if you don't feel the pain, heavily sedated with your WWW,
then the next one is you,
it's the WWW III,
going dum-doo-doo-dee.
2013.