Theodore's Madness

Your machines obey to you You live with the terror of the blackout Shape yourself in order not to make it happen They hum, you sprint, they ask, you answer, ask yourself this question, who has the Control, you or them? Ask yourself this question: who has the control? Who has the control? You or them? Don't take the post offices for granted like a gratified sleepwalker sheep A piece of paper goes across the country like a boy's note to his first crush in class I can send you cookies to other side of the world and attack some stamps on it I carve an adress, I write "death" on it, because I am the death We live in an enclosure Don't act like a black sheep, don't disobey Follow the German Sheperd Living politically correct Modern left became our death Technique made you to abdicate The star of progress is now a black hole. Ask yourself this question: who has the control? Who has the control? You or them? Don't take the post offices for granted like a gratified sleepwalker sheep A piece of paper goes across the country like a boy's note to his first crush in class I can send you cookies to other side of the world and attack some stamps on it I carve an adress, I write "death" on it, because I am the death