...would it be too much to ask that you leave me here?

I need some time alone to reconsider myself...

I want to be reclusive.  Or least to be left alone

I want to keep my saturated infestation inside myself and not allow it to carry on in you.

I need to grow cobwebs in my hair and feel I've become harder then stone.

Need to dehumanise

To slip from grace just one last time and fall from love's watchful eye

With the hopes and dreams that I may float away from here 

 -one day- 

 and never return

Less than two hundred years ago
your ancestors were still being dehumanised
as they have been for centuries and centuries before
So hurray and bully for you
that now you stand tall and proud
and like The bugle-master or Drivers of old
you are tasked
with trying to dehumanise one of your brothers
Hey! you are a free man
your Handlers tell you
forget your ancestors were once mere chattels
but look, you are one of us now and we all stand together
This is about Power and Revolution and destroying
anyone we gratuitously determine is an 'elite'
this is our 'one sided truth' and as always you cannot disagree
Less than two hundred years ago
your brothers who talked revolution
soon floated down a southern river or hung off a tree
they, of course did not have a 'one sided truth' to tell
what do dehumanized chattels know about effective propaganda
or fabrication, distortion, misinformation or misrepresentation
when even now, you and some of your brothers and sisters
still do not have a clue
Look how easy it is turning you against eachother
mixing and boiling your little heads till you're shanking eachother
and chasing pennies or dancing and singing
So stand tall and proud
Its them and ua, we tell you
Do as you are told and cry out your solidarity, 'brother'
Show how far you've come
in over two hundred years and centuries and centuries