Underthumb


A gracious thank you, from all of us under your thumb.
Remember, that this is forced delirium.
Our apathy is killing time,
Obedience is for your peace of mind.
Go ahead and close your eyes.
A gracious thank you, from all of us who feel our ship is sinking.
We know you’re still effective if we’re blinking.
And we know what you’re thinking.
But we don’t have to sleep as much,
We will never have to pull a punch.
We thank you all, thanks a bunch.
We’re fed up. We’ve been quiet long enough.
Come here. Stand tall and take your lickin’.
Loosen up. It might take a little while,
But we’ll sit back and watch you weaken.
We’re fed up. We can’t sit back idle as
You leave your legions at the altar.
Fill your cup. Finish every bitter drop
While we sit back and watch you falter.