our souls are formed in the solor psy'stem,
and c'Aught with the plan'net,
they lock us in a con'tree,
so they can mine our mind,
and get B'Aught,
by so'ci'al grooming,
with the tell'lie'vision,
and plug us into there psy'stem,
and con'troll us with Aut'whore'it'i,
to detach us from the al'one,