Pavlov's Mice

When you hear the sound 

You will obey 

You will do anything they say 

And when they consider you disposable 

You will be discarded just like trash 

Turned into more cash 

They will just pretend 

You’ll realize, it’s too late 

To avoid your bitter end 

Dance 

And stand 

And fight, for anything you are told to 

Even if you don’t understand 

Can’t you see, you don’t have any chance?

Sing along 

To the hypnotic sound 

Of the war drums 

Feel strong 

When you’re weak 

Anything for the cause, anything for God 

For your country,  poor loyal dog 

Look how they march 

In any way, in any war 

Until they are not useful anymore

And all society will pretend, everything is alright 

After all, no one care about the Pavlov’s Mice