Convoluted Absolutes

I feel numb
 And I think we're half asleep
 Our collective sense of outrage
 Has gone the way of dodo birds and Model T's
 We're being trained
 We tell them what they want just to appease
 It's the end of absolutes
 Welcome to the death of meaning
 Mice will run a maze for cheese
 Koko sings her A - B - C's we think she's talking to her kitten in the corner
 Pavlov's dogs would drool if they could hear their chiming cue
 Just like them we've been conditioned
 We're going dumb
 Have we forgotten how to speak
 Would mute cries fall on deafened ears
 If we could get ourselves to give voice to our pleas
 We're so well trained
 That's the way it is and so we'll let it be
 If there are no absolutes
 Our objections have no meaning
 Birds will learn to talk for treats
 Flipper laughed and danced to please and avoid electrocution
 Pavlov's dogs would drool if they could hear their chiming cue
 Just like them we've been conditioned
 Feeling numb
 Half asleep
 Being trained
 We're just like sheep
 Going dumb
 We never speak
 So well trained
 The truth we never seek