2003-05-18 - 1:57 a.m.
it started as a fantasy
remotely in the dirt and tree
and carbon loaded dropped debris
did fertilize the botany
then seasons took their fateful turn
and you set out to seek and learn
there's something just beyond your reach
its out of focus words don't teach
you how to see what's coming next
can't see the pictures for the text
now fading in it becomes clear
this snow blindness is all too near
the crimson drops into the snow
as winter ices grounds below
you're not beautiful
you can't find your soul
and so you naturally resort to mind control
.
I spit the phlegm into the ditch
and said pollution is a bitch
but plant and root and stone and hill
are biotech degradable
so UFO's have run your town
since spider crickets came around
infesting every crack and trench
which you pried open with a wrench
and spied the reason for the stench
yet blamed it on those nasty french
and don't forget the indian
or any other alien
in fact all those who look foreign
(they just don't look like arians)
you've come to make a final end
exterminator of strange men
now let the argument begin
you set it up so you would win
how convenient for you then
what if the tables turn again?
.
Let me preface what I say
With "put your flask of booze away
Take off that mask and bison spray
Forget the game you've learned to play"
and concentrate on what I say
Your brain is squirming in the skull
You think you're too far gone to pull
Away from feigning beautiful
Inside you feel like such a hole
Entrapped by your own mind control
Who really operates your soul?
.
Natural by-products of time
When mixed into the dust and lime
Of soil and rain and earth and soot
Supplies the nourishment to root
Of trees of which there's many types
Producing growth which break through pipes
For living things are stronger than
Technologies of modern man
But there are chemicals which kill
Destroying plant and stream and hill
They feed the ones who take their fill
And leave behind no heir nor will
There is no compromise herein
No such scenario to win
They must be discontinued now
They're eating you inside somehow
So get your mind prepared today
I'm going to have to operate
Remove brain thugs and viral germs
It's time to exorcise those worms
There's only one way to be free
From all the toxins in your tea
You're going to have to trust in me
I've come special delivery
So much more than a fantasy
Deep in the foresticity
Uptown or in the citizy
It's all becoming new, you see!?
Now close your eyes and look at me...
we gonna rock to the beat of the wild and free.
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