Put your imagination to the test
And rest on your laurels
Become a true anarchist with the one and only God-being
And all its contradictions
This ain't no fiction
This is all scribed in fact
Use tact and mental kung fu
Psychological warfare
If you are after a quick fix
Then search out an addict to
Love. Peace. Freedom.
Become a war poet in punk poetry
Psalm and sonnet, become a someone
Heaven is one Hell of a place
If you are after a quick fix
Then search out an addict to
Love. Peace. And freedom.
If you bang your head against a wall long enough
You will eventually dislodge a brick
And then brick by brick
The wall will all fall down
And then build it up again
And then you can live inside
Love. Peace. Freedom.

Those of you without comprehension
Those of you with your heads in the sand
Who history will never bear a mention
And destiny will never offer a hand
Do you ever look into the future
And see the looming of squanders to be
A tidal wave of coulda, woulda and shoulda
And wonder “what the fuck has happened to me”?
Folly to fall down, asinine to stand
Foolish to march on, no retreat
The pinnacle of evolutionary stasis
The time travelers who never left their designated places
We are born – we're allve
We divide
We grow old, fall and die
So we plateau with nowhere to go
And nothing further to show
No future for you
It's what you do or don't that makes you worthy
No future for us
Why make a fuss?
Why care at all when we're so happy, safe and sound?

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