Age of the Zombie (The Obedient Patient)

A youthful sting has struck
The virus - unrelenting
And those who were not wary
Have found themselves consenting

It started without fathers
With mother's condescensions
To nestle in her breasts
With no fathers ever mentioned

Asleep - the willing patrons
In a place of soft agreements
Where the harshness in the world
Mustn't challenge their achievements

The world, it has been taken
And placed in isolation
Locked in cushioned bounds
And inward contemplations

Fevers wreck our minds
Our anger, unrestrained
We'll bite with blitzkrieg blindness
All freedoms must be chained

They threaten mom's investments
And challenge her endowments
They've wrecked the inward sanctum
And questioned all our talents

We wont think of what we do
When we set the conflagrations
Just purge and cleanse the world
To keep our comfy stations