Senseless Fools -

One day an artist got born

Had no money and ate just corn

Grew up and created worlds

And entertained boys and girls

He was quite successful

Until he left highschool

The artist became dirt

His soul left his heart

Then he couldn’t spread his wing

The big cage was too small

Old big brother cut everything

Where brain remained behind the wall

He lived as an artist

With great big success

Then he became dirt

On big brother’s bautiful ass

Why can’t we break his sensless rules?

Do we really have to be his tools?

Yes, I’m gonna break his holy rules

I don’t want to be one of his fools