To the Mountain

just send them to the mountain
bury them in the dirt
send them to the dust and sand
you can wave your hand
make 'em disappear
you'll ensure we misunderstand

it has to be done
the only things that matter
is shattering the goldfish bowl
as they all go round and round

shoot the lame gormless horse
on their endless merry go round

we are all bodies
our minds are our drivers
incapacitated ego
is the base of all control
emaciated, degraded
inhumanity on a roll