Teach me a sin

Teach Me a Sin

The systematic erase of imagination
Is nothing but modern day shock treatment
For weak minds,
Weak souls.
A sea of lost hope and forgotten dreams
Washed into gutters and down drains
Off emerald lawns
Of suburban normality.
Products of technological evolution
With micro chip implants
And silicon brains.
Assembly line motorways
Have industrialised clones
Institutionalised sheep.
Your Saint John Paul the second
Can I get a dispensation?
Can we sing a song of praise?
Sing me a revolution,
Teach me a sin,
Win me a human race
And I'll be yours forever.
Modern day shock treatment
Is knowing no boundaries
And that is the root of imagination.