The watchdogs are out The books are burning Your mind is roasting Your insides are slowing Depop around the corner  Get your tin foil hat and boil your water Distilled is better, organic or natural All labeled by a 3 letter monster Feeding the beast and bottom feeders  At the bank across the corner Go drink and be merry while the world burns And the powers that be legalize child porn... Nothing to see folks but the sound of crickets The American public has been so easily silenced Good luck France and bees, and honey and trees Your time is up as we sleep in our virtual dreams... Stéphane St-Pierre