Obey

Look my way

This spastic freedom

That we all crave



A voice speaks



Of a blind date

With another state

Of mind and the world

Now he looks my way



The shares we hold look just like gold

The tickets sold are valid now - And below



And the world outside

Must obey

The laws of freedom

Left unmade



A voice speaks



The new masters by will divine

By laws of freedom, trade and lies



A voice speaks - The mule



But the judgement pronounced

By the petulant Satan above

Can never reverse

The sentence passed from the heaven ahead



Sudden future manifestation

IVth empire brutal invitation



They look just like his flock of lambs

But look closer - Goats