Updated 2/2/13

 

I might look like a mortal man to you,

But I was brought here tonight just to speak to you,

From a higher dimension, where nobody is ever born or dies,

Where we don't get cataracts on our mind's eye.

 

Sometimes I like to sit alone on a throne of bone,

Made from children social services stole from their homes,

And kids who lost their souls in the church from Rome,

We look down through the sky like it's an observation dome.

 

Trapped in a parallel dimension,

No longer here to help you like NATO intervention. 

 

Where your name doesn’t make you identifiable,

Cos we learnt history books are unreliable.

 

Where we’ve seen the invisible hand controlling the DOW Jones

We’ve already removed the brain chips and freed the clones.

 

No longer get brain tumors on the side of our head from iPhones,

And it’s our minds not our emissions that can cause holes in the ozone.

 

No longer locked in a depressed state,

Where a peace prize winner pillages and mutilates.

 

Set straight like Mayan planetary alignment,

Put Cameron back on the shelf and got out of confinement.

 

It’s easily done,

And it doesn’t have to be from the barrel of Mao Tse-tung’s gun,

 

Little changes from everyone,

Turn the tide and then it’s like trying to block out the sun.

 

But we see most people stuck on the lower rungs of the social ladder,

Are so caught up in the stuggles and daily blabber,

That thinking about the larger system that holds them down,

Is unfortunately beyond them.