You’ll never be one
When you’re grounded,
Divided
And bound in the chains
Of the masters providing
Supply-sided voodoo illusions
Of choice
And invisible hands
Puppeteering your voice
The split-faction distractions
Stagnating the nation
The meds in your heads
Aggravating your hatred
Awaiting your saviors
To say what you feel
As you’re bent to the will
Of the ubermensch steel
But the realest idealists
Are up here with me
And forever we muse
Of the truth
LSD