The Department

Ever feel like your being followed
From the second you leave your door
See the empty spaces hollowed
Feel the outstretched iron claw
This place is turning into a hovel
Like Something from an Orwell novel
Once you knew what your own part meant
Now life is controlled by the department

Eyes open, look for the signs
Ears primed, listen for the chimes
Mouth shut, waiting for the rhymes
Fist clenched, ready for the times

We've got you whether you want it or not
So play our game and be our bot
Embrace the cold, that's where your heart went
Here, in the department

Bow down to the cold new reign
Not interested? Better learn to feign
From the pure of mind, to the vile and vain
The department finds your deepest pain
Don't worry though, you can't get loose
You grow accustomed, like the Fois Gras goose
No message heard, no letter sent
Say goodnight, in the department

Eyes open, look for the signs
Ears primed, listen for the chimes
Mouth shut, waiting for the rhymes
Fist clenched, ready for the times

We've got you whether you want it or not
So play our game and be our bot
Embrace the cold, that's where your heart went
Here, in the department

Never comin in from the cold,
Here you'll grow bitter and old
Confusing what is wrong and right
Nothing left to keep up the fight

We've got you whether you want it or not
So play our game and be our bot
Embrace the cold, that's where your heart went
Here, in the department

We've got you
Here, in the department

We've got you whether you want it or not
So play our game and be our bot
Embrace the cold, that's where your heart went
Here, in the department



Credits
Writer(s): Art Grim
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