... what morning...

… what morning…

… what morning? … what morning will caress away…

soothe the curse of some new dawning day…

take away life's mocking pain and sickness

the inability to change the absurdity… and the farce…

escape those posturing clowns…

… with their energy but no brains…

who conspire to control us…

… in the name of knowing better…

… better to spend… our treasures, direct our ways…

enslave our freedoms from the cradle…

… to the grave…