Oh me oh my its a wild ride

 oh me oh my it's a wild ride
What manufactured nonsense doth hide
Within the desperation of the rising tide
 The techno-virus has infected the minds
The outbreak, insanity, the rotting rinds
Eyes stitched to the screens of Time
Thou Shalt Not Dare to Question the Slime
See you on the other Side of the Rhyme

 Copyright Charleen Johnston