The Free World
Welcome to the asylum.
You are insane because you choose to live here.
Listen to the warden.
Listen to the warden.
Obey child, obey. Kill soldier, kill. Slave worker, slave. Spread woman, spread.
This is the free world. Nothing ever goes wrong here.
All of our patients wake each morning and put on their own straight jackets.
They spend every day of their lives working for someone else.
The monotony of their endless toil drives them to depression, aggression and
violence.
We hate to do it, but we have to sedate them.
They beg us for it, really they do.
When they are done feeding the warden's fat cat,
They go home and find their women waiting for them.
Pretty women, women with face-lifts and breast implants.
Women on diets, women wearing make-up and revealing lingerie.
And not just pretty women, but useful women,
Women who nod and smile, women who spread their legs on command,
Women who apologize when their husbands have to beat them.
Every night they lull themselves to sleep
with the quiet hum of the television.
Watch the pretty images closely.
Listen to the warden now, listen to the warden.
Buy, consumer, buy.
The boot is your friend. The boot is your friend.
The warden knows all there is to know.
Listen to the warden. Listen to the warden closely.
Swallow some of these if you don't understand.
It feels better when you see all the pretty pictures.
In thirty minutes everything will be fine.
This is the free world.
This is a land of slaves and slave holders.
Animals exist for our purposes.
The ones we don't throw away we keep in cages for their entire lives.
We pump them full of drugs and feed them whatever is cheapest.
Sometimes it's cement, sometimes newspaper scraps,
Sometimes the ground up carcasses of their brothers and sisters.
You'd think spending years living in other's creatures' feces
would make your flesh taste pretty bad
But we love it.
And it's so good for you to. Cancer, strokes, heart-attacks,
osteoporosis, high blood pressure, obesity
It's all a mystery to us.
Eating animals is so cheap and tasty, there's no way it could be a bad idea.
Sometimes when we're cold, we kill a few dozen animals and use their skins
as coats.
Now is that classy or what?
And where would quality cosmetics be without killing a few thousand rodents.
See how great this all works out?
They die, we live like kings - what progress!
This is the free world.
We can do whatever we want here.
We've got a one way ticket to heaven, and we're getting there
Even if it means putting our children through hell.
We've heard stories of places that didn't look like this,
but, well,
They can't be true.
This is the real world.
This is how it all works.
If you find a piece of land, take it.
If people are living there, kill them.
If there are forests there, cut the trees down and sell the wood.
Next, build a mini-mall or a prison or a church on the land that's left.
If you have any stuff you don't know what to do with,
Bury it in the back yards of dark-skinned people,
Or just throw it in the water.
Of course, you'll need some people to do all your work for you,
So you might want to send in the military and
Convince a starving population somewhere that they want to work for you
It's a good idea to pay them as little as you can,
That way you make more money and buy more land somewhere else.
This is the free world.
We will never run out of land.
The earth is green so that we can make money off it easier.
People who talk about ecological crises,
We know what to do with them.
More prisons are being built every day.
Pollution, global warming, soil erosion, deforestation, overpopulation,
We deny every word of it.
None of that nonsense will be taught in our schools.
Besides, even if it was true that we are destroying the
planet,
Does it matter?
Living in harmony with the earth isn't profitable -
so why would anyone want to live like that?
Children are being dragged down the hall now.
It's o.k. my fellow citizen.
The warden will make everything better again.
Those children were screaming about a new place to live.
They said we should burn down the asylum and get rid of the warden.
They wanted to steal your world from you and let it live on it's own.
No more pretty images.
No more pills to swallow.
No more boot to tell you when you've been bad.
Laugh dear brother, laugh heartily.
The warden will surely show them the truth.
Listen to the warden.
The boot is your friend. The boot is your friend.
Bow down on the ground.
Obey Child, obey.
Obey child, obey.
This is amerika.
You have to be insane to live here.
But we listen to the warden.
- Taylor Sparrow