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