Cornucopia

Too much in the truth they say Keep it 'till another day Let them have their little game Illusion helps to keep them sane Let them have their little toys Matchbox cars and mortgaged joys Exciting in their plastic place Frozen food in a concrete maze You're gonna go insane I'm trying to save your brain I don't know what's happening My head's all torn inside People say I'm heavy They don't know what I hide Take a life, it's going cheap Kill someone, no one will weep Freedom's yours, just pay your dues We just want your soul to use You're gonna go insane I'm trying to save your brain