Soma

Bottled from birth in the bright clean room,
Fed to the line from the glass-walled womb,
No mother to mourn me, no father to name,
Only the number and only the game,
Alpha in white with a beautiful lie,
Epsilon dreaming with sleep-washed eyes.

Sleep without sorrow,
Want nothing more,
Happiness waits behind every door.

Swallow the sun,
Smile for the chain,
Nothing is wrong if you cannot feel pain,
Soma.
Soma.

Everyone belongs to everyone now,
Kiss with no hunger and kneel with no vow,
Bodies like toys in a polished machine,
Clean little sins on a government screen,
Ford on the tongue like a practiced prayer,
God is a wheel and the wheel does not care.

Sleep without sorrow,
Want nothing more,
Happiness waits behind every door.

Swallow the sun,
Smile for the chain,
Nothing is wrong if you cannot feel pain,
Soma.
Soma.

A gram for the grief,
A gram for the rage,
A gram for the bars
Of the beautiful cage.
Give me the mercy
They made in a jar,
Make me forget
That I wanted the stars.

Swallow the sun,
Smile for the chain,
Nothing is wrong if you cannot feel pain,
Soma.
Soma.

Bottled from birth,
Smiling in line,
Happy and hollow,
Beautifully blind.