We are sheep who like being led,
who like being fed a million lies,
so we let the lying shepherd,
pull the wool over our eyes.
We don’t want to know the method,
if the end is justified.
And then we act surprised,
when the farm around us dies,
when the shepherd’s secret weapon,
was our need to fantasize.
While the grass and lambs are flowing,
we are happy never knowing,
that the shepherd is The Devil in disguise.