High As A Horse - Fear Before The March of Flames

If we give the horses blinders

They won’t see the approaching ledge

Too much time and effort spent on just another bridge

We trust the local doctor

We trust the medicine

Our child gets a scratch

We give our child a brand new head

We eat what’s on our plate

We drink what’s in our cup

We like the shiny tv screen

It spits we lap it up

And so they push this product

And they know we’ll buy it

They sing a song

We hum along

We sing

But we don’t understand the words to the song

And they fill our heads

With sugar coated shit

Cause there’s no need to talk

When we have medicine

There’s a pill for every fucked up thought

And a cure for every fucked up child

When the mind starts running

Be sure it won’t cross the finish line

And if it wanders

Bring it back and cage it for some time

And if it stretches

It will only one day rip

To prevent excessive thought

Just keep it up on the shelf

And when the shelves are full

And supplies are short

And quickly running out

You’ve got a thousand mindless zombies

And terrified horses on your hands

It was a damn good plan

It was a damn good plan