The Emperor Wears No Clothes!

The Emperor Wears No Clothes ! ! !

The Emperor wears no fucking clothes,

but who dares to tel him, NO!

No ones does, they all afraid,

forgotten love's the only way.

The dis 'em system can't maintain,

this deluded fiction again and again.

Humanity works as a unit, a whole,

if others hurt, we do also.

Yet we keep on lying despite ourselves,

slowly dying in earthly Hell.

If the Emperor is naked and you ain't blind,

and you don't say kid, the question's why!

Open your eyes, do you call yourself a rebel?

Everybody lies on different levels.

The lies build up like mucoid plaque,

and we get ill the more we act.

The lies turn acid in our blood,

lies so massive, they're hard to budge.

The lies lie in our fat deposits,

no-one wins, but we fail to stop it.

If we speak half truth, then we're glued to ego,

only the recluse is semi free bro.

To separate the lies from truth,

you'd have to be one clever sleuth.

It starts in innocence with one white lie,

next predicament, your brain is fried.

The play goes on and on and on,

few people know there's anything wrong.

The yearning for connection is so strong,

that we adopt their infection, even if it feels wrong.

Generations goes by, and our nose grows long,

it's hard to repent and admit we're wrong.

All we see is the box to tick,

& our community don't question it.

One day some boy shouts it out loud,

“Hey mate, OY! Your pants are down!”

The naked ape and his white lies.

If he wakes in time he'll fly.

So daily I pray for the truth to restore,

& this is the day I am waiting for.