Wagner looking for his Isodelle
Is wandering by the holding pond
And the leaves rustle like bells
That jingle far beyond.
Nobody's laughing at the sad clown
But he shouldn't really frown.
Hitler sits up on the oval office
So laughs are stained in red and brown.
The robotic philistines crawl around
Helpless and lonely against the ground.
They all look around and feel pinned
Like theyre all gone with the wind.
There's a faint voice that used to echo
Words of freedom and independence.
Now those words have been let go;
Hence, everyone has lost their sense.
And here I am in shambles
Just holding by a thread
As I'm reading the preamble
Holding to the last piece of bread.
"We the people", it seems, it says
But its just the few that have a say.
So as the sad clown cries nobody cares
And Hitler gives commands named prayers.
If Lincoln was alive I'd ask with wonder
If what he died for was just cause.
If perhaps the union should've pondered
If being split in half was wrong.
Because cut into two less powerful halves
The tyrant would've made us laugh
With the shortcomings of its staff.
Now, robotic philistines are listening in
Trying to find advise that is considered sin
And when they do they'll see its pinned,
Because its long been gone with the wind.
