Don’t let them tempt you to barter your soul
never bow down for plastic, or gold
or paper, or powder, or dwellings, or cars
turn off the noise and look to the stars…
The answers are out there, the silence is clear
it’s pin-drops and crickets, there’s nothing to fear
let the elephants paint us an image of God
they never vanished, it was all a facade
there’s no hatted rabbit, and no Cheshire grin
just aristocrats pushing original sin
drink this gin, drink this vodka,
this whiskey, this rum
and please sing along as we beat this war drum…
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so the fires they rage as we dance through the night
and Dante’s Inferno is what we call light
but our sight must be failing if we can’t see
that the kindling we’re using is humanity
all burned out and haggard, work ourselves to the bone
watching jugglers and clowns from our cracked-glass cellphones
from Monday thru Friday, we’re barely alive
hope the medicines cold when we get home at five
we’re resigned to this life for the next 40 years
as humanity burns, there’s no strength left for tears…
but I found a secret that I want you to know
life’s not preordained, nothing has to be so
so stop chasing illusions and old fairy tales,
you can plot your own course, you can make your own sail
you can grow your own food, you can plant by the moon
you can rise with the sun, and you can sing out of tune
soitgoes1984 