Judged, Juried, Jailed
Behave the way you ought,
And learn all the things you’re taught,
If you’re bad then you’ll be caught,
So don’t try to flee.
There is a Bridewell calling To those who are appalling, They’ll fall and keep on falling,
No sympathy.
Never to escape the bonds Placed by Panopticon.
Judged, Juried, Jailed, and kept under the lock and key.
The bars, bindings and alarms Contain all the gravest harms, Imprisoned by the Eyes-And-Arms
For eternity. Like a spider at its station Sense in on an odd vibration, Always under observation,
Always espied.
Seeing though each grand disguise, Piercing through the damnedest lies, Can’t slip through the arms and eyes,
You cannot hide.
In our faith we are policed By devout panoptipriests.
The Pupils and Hands understand we will be judged and tried
By one jailor, judge and jury, Don’t invoke Its-and-Their fury, We’ll be safe if we make sure we
Follow this guide. Behave the way you ought, And learn all the things you’re taught, If you’re bad then you’ll be caught,
So don’t try to run.
Fortify your fences tighter, If you're right you could be righter, Lay a placemat each Watchnight for
It-and-Them to come.
Those who stray from the straight and narr-ah Get caged in a panorama.
Judged, Juried, Jailed, it's a system that we can depend on,
No refraining from protection, No sustaining your objection, No escaping the detection
of Panopticon. No escaping the detection of Panopticon.
So don’t try to flee.
There is a Bridewell calling To those who are appalling, They’ll fall and keep on falling,
No sympathy.
Never to escape the bonds Placed by Panopticon.
Judged, Juried, Jailed, and kept under the lock and key.
The bars, bindings and alarms Contain all the gravest harms, Imprisoned by the Eyes-And-Arms
For eternity. Like a spider at its station Sense in on an odd vibration, Always under observation,
Always espied.
Seeing though each grand disguise, Piercing through the damnedest lies, Can’t slip through the arms and eyes,
You cannot hide.
In our faith we are policed By devout panoptipriests.
The Pupils and Hands understand we will be judged and tried
By one jailor, judge and jury, Don’t invoke Its-and-Their fury, We’ll be safe if we make sure we
Follow this guide. Behave the way you ought, And learn all the things you’re taught, If you’re bad then you’ll be caught,
So don’t try to run.
Fortify your fences tighter, If you're right you could be righter, Lay a placemat each Watchnight for
It-and-Them to come.
Those who stray from the straight and narr-ah Get caged in a panorama.
Judged, Juried, Jailed, it's a system that we can depend on,
No refraining from protection, No sustaining your objection, No escaping the detection
of Panopticon. No escaping the detection of Panopticon.
Type
Manuscript, Musical