There's a world beyond the known,
Beyond the norm,
Beyond the circus,
Where the troglodytes will call you,
Below the Earth,
Beneath the surface,
Houses are built with cards,
The Government owns all bunkers,
Every few years they offer Golden Tickets,
Chocolate Ballots... Willy Wonkas,
One long fellow is looking for love,
Wanting to control the Heavens above,
But yearning for a bubble of reality,
Yet lost for words to describe their stuff,