by Nick Gisburne
The sweetest, but the dirtiest, taboo
Is forging an imaginative thought
Be sure, be very certain, if you do
The sin, and you, the sinner, will be caught
The engines of surveillance do not rest
A boundless network infiltrates the mind
Omniscient, with energy unguessed
A deviance is effortless to find
Deception is a necessary skill
To speak of such a crime we could be shot
But those within our circle train their will
We think, while those beyond these walls do not
Decide your future: leave, or follow me
Asleep, a slave, or conscious, clear, and free
