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100 Shades of Grey

The aliens are already here

The aliens- hip, square and clean

The runaways, they've disappeared

Down pipes and drains and holes of

Sewage garden, gangs and green

 

There's a silent anarchy stirring in the heights

From it flows a saturnalian wine

For this free country

Can't stop drinking

Stretching its mouth to indulge in extravagance

It must be everyday, it must be more-

Take it all

Create a proxy war

And as the black *** sits and waits,

The kettle cries wolf

 

I pledge allegiance to the grandest of institutions

Where the last, best hope on Earth is hidden underground

Where only married fools are allowed to divide and conquer

And make gracious dents of our lives

 

Keep marketing death

And selling hope

Chips in our heads and

Veins full of dope

Mental warfare

Gangster mentality

 

The revolutionaries you hired are losing

So you better add more fuel to their fire

Till you got newspaper gods and TV messiahs

And all the innocent ones are pariahs

 

Capitol I and little u

Here's a free copy of our corporate Bible

Don't read the fine print

You Dead Peasant

Cause we might just put a policy through

Our Mammon's still hungry

Mommy's little terror

 

Bed right and woo

Bilderberg ********

Underground railroad of hate and hypocrites

You sell prison Gods

And sunny asylums

A life full of plastic

To die wrapped in plastic-

No wonder the blues originated here

 

We would have settled for the Silver Age

Even if it was Iron in disguise

But you kept it out too long and let it rust

Telling us it's ok-

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

 

We believe in something

But it's been called by the wrong name

For thousands of years, we've been insane

(What's in a name?

Your fascist-military-papal gain)

Dropping bombs on the peers

You've pressured before

Going off to make new friends

***** diamond

 

Wish you a water burial when alive

So you simmer in your beloved element

Better be mindful of death

You'll never die

But beware when that elixir explodes in your face

 

All we want is a world where sinners sin sincerely

And the narcs are narcoleptics

And the dearest of the devil dare to see more clearly

 

Let's put the prisoners in a church

The congregants in a prison

The crazies in an art school

The students in a parachute-prism;

We'll send them off to all four corners

With crayons, canned goods and doves (for the mourners)

In hopes of one day seeing a world

Where expression is survival, the beggars twirl,

(And no one goes hungry with a palette of rainbows

On a day when only true praise is hurled.)

 

Art is made to forget we're slaves

To show the world's flaws

With a tinge of beauty

So it's bearable

How ****** up things are

How we need change

But the true lovers

Are not at the top

True lovers' passion lies in bottomless alleys

Seething baths of sweat

Relieving sins imposed by a lonely man

A ceremony of the streets- Not your false ritual

 

"You're all talk and no action-

Where are the answers?"

Well, sweet inquisitor

We just don't have the power

And those that do are pinball wizards-

Deaf, dumb and blind,

And friends of time

Why should they care

In their own little Edens

With fortresses of gold

And platinum eyelashes?

 

Aquafuck and Aquafina

*** and water

Rings called sacred

But profane down under

 

No Xenia, no refuge, no candle in the dark

Pyramid pointless

Your fascist brigade claims its people are fasting

Least you could do is use your paper wisely

Add impresario to your resume

And let us have our heyday

 

It isn't how it feels

But how it looks

We could've been healed,

But they burnt the books

Better get a gun

Technology won

 

They say war is over when you want it

So I'll sleep in bed all day

Throwing pennies in my dream-well

Letting my weak flag fly

 

And I wonder why Africa, Egypt, Eden's eating me

As the host to a ghost they pray so sweetly to

It all boils over in oil to who's royal

And what ever happened to loyalty?

(With no boundaries)

 

Powers that be

I need to put you out of my misery

So here's your shut-up money

Your gilded cage becomes

My blank page

Your sedition becomes

My intuition:

The last standing land mass- No woman, don't cry

Ain't that a gas?

Better take to the mountains and the trees

Before you say this too shall pass

 

We all bleed the same

Cultivated and wild

Fragile dust

Abandoned by a mercurial God

Waiting to be saved by a beaten sailor

 

It started as a shade of green and blue

And golden sands and cosmic plans

Transformed to the home of me and you

Where 100 shades of grey steam the sky

And colors fly to a place we'll never reside

 

Wonders of the world

Don't require human hands

A heart is all you need to plant seeds

And touch the sky

A mystery it was

And a mystery it'll be

Even if it's all dust

And matter and debris

 

Still, I wish I could pull a brick

And watch the whole thing crumble

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