Testo Prison

This ape has learned to dream, the monkey wrote a book
Of all the fear and promises of such a lesser God
Who fell to Earth it seems, to gaze on his reflection, in adoration for eternal War

No wall, no guard, no wire, no yard
We are the perfect prisoner

And all we need to do, remain asleep, don’t take a look behind the veil The wheels are turning
Sometimes in my darker dreams, I catch a glimpse of something, a greater sense of menace grinning back at me

Sex, War, Science, Religion