Mommy's here, Dad's in space
We're all easy to replace
The lamps went out, so night has begun
Don't ask where we got your blanket from
The manufactorum owns us all
The assembly line in the giant hall
We don't know what we build or why
Don't look your betters in the eye
So sleep now son, and do not fret
Four hours are more than I'll ever get
Fear the visions slumber brings
Do not dream of better things