Now that all the books have been burned
Now that the sea has told you you’re a fish
Now that the baker has eaten all your cake
Now that you know how the bread gets buttered
Now that you know how the wheels get greased
Now that you’re clear on who owns the jam
Now that your water has been turned in to wine
Now that you lie in a trolley made bed
Now that the bright and the best are in charge
Now that you know your future is history
Now that you know at whose table you sit
Now that you know to keep a civil tongue
Now that you know all you read is the truth
Now that the light has been quenched in the room
Now that the dark is your natural state
Now that fear is a constant companion
Now that the exit sign has been lit
Welcome to the ignorance.