Unplug from the Matrix

I'm so sorry for sleeping

While you're stranded in the well

While they sell you to Moloch

And your body is auctioned 

For the pleasures of hell

Vulnerable children 

Women and men 

Broken and defiled 

Tortured 

And spat on 

Again and again 

I'm so sorry for dozing Lord

While your cries fill the air 

Stomachs and eyes 

Screaming for care 

While your heart goes hungry 

And your eyes fill with blood

I'm sorry for turning 

And witholding the food 

For not doing my work 

As the Father demands

Not moving my feet 

Not using my hands

I'm sorry for sleeping 

When the world is on fire 

When love drags its cross

And good souls tire

I must stand for justice

Not remain in despair

Let me get to it

Time to pull in my share