the sleep of reason

one by one, the stars grow dim, and fall out of the sky, and we gather round our shiny screens, to say a last goodbye, in communion with a bunch of folks, that we don't know or see, in the hope that we might feel something, in place of empathy, and so it goes. sure gonna miss them, is it wrong to cling to the past when life comes at you so fast?, and the sleep of reason produces monsters, and the sleep of reason produces monsters, lies ride in style on a big red bus, while you walk into town, and surrogates keep their cap locks on, to shout each other down, and the levies that protected truth, can no longer hold the flood, and expertise and experience, get trampled in the mud, and so it goes. guess they had it coming, now there's nothing that you can do, to convince them that it's true, and the sleep of reason produces monsters, and the sleep of reason produces monsters, it's over now, you lost my friend, move on, just let it go, says a man who flies a confederate flag, on his profile just for show, and when he hears someone point out that things, are much too male and white, he eases of the safety catch, on his second amendment rights, and so it goes. and the kids are alt-right, giving license to all this hate, is gonna make our country great, and the sleep of reason produces monsters, and the sleep of reason produces monsters, in this constant state of what the heck, just happened, you feel woke, but through it all you treat it like, it's just some kind of joke, and in the end, the greatest threat faced by democracy, isn't fascism or fanaticism, but our own complacency, and so it goes. best pay attention, for there's simply no guarantee, of a happy ending to history, and the sleep of reason produces monsters, and the sleep of reason produces monsters, produces monsters, produces monsters