by Nick Gisburne
I will not step outside my comfort zone
The circle into which no threat may move
Deception is the life I live, alone
Of you, of all you are, I disapprove
I look upon the weakness of the wise
Examining what few have ever seen
And find compelling reasons to despise
The system of the state, the dark machine
Connected through a web of subtle signs
Manipulating lies, I set them free
Injected into bureaucratic spines
The purest propaganda comes from me
You think you can determine what is true
But you could never dream of what I do
