Abd alAbyad III

Since they made us sexless 

It's all we can think about 

Imagine having families 

Imagine making out 

Instead we are robotic

Groomed to be machines

Deactivated humans 

Hiding beneath the obscene

We are naked and sexless 

It's true

Overcompensating by layers of make-up

That nourishes us like poo

The less we wear the less we fuck

And so we're feeling dead

We get fed intravenously 

By the Media shoot to the head 

Our neurons are in confusion 

We've forgotten how to love 

Our union with the system 

Fits like a hellish glove

The SNM sustains our dancy

Holds us in this exotic Mayan fantasy 

A world of vestal virgins we

Thrown off proverbial cliff

We pay highest premiums to be free

On a smorgasboard of drugs to sniff

So, yes 

They convince us we are flying 

But the truth is known to the God who cries out,

"LISTEN TO ME, YOU ARE DYING!"