Don Quixote

Ideology chains the mind and orders what you see
For those inclined to lead the blind it's elementary
We don't believe religion or science mysteries
Just opening the circuits as we move through history

The name's Don Quixote; I live on peyote
Marijuana, morphine and cocaine
I never feel sorrow, but just a kind of sorrow
That burns at the heart and at the brain

Ideology murders thought ; a cuckoo in the brain
Hatched in dread a poisoned egg to render you insane
Made to measure lifestyles are systems of relief
To hide behind the next in line society's relief