whatareyouthinking

Subtle mind control sell-by-sell
One-by-one twice the child of Hell
Procrustean-bred leaders impel
Psyches out of mind and under spell

Like invisible strings and other things
That make you dance while your master sings
A song for sordid gain-
Pulling on your brain-
And cause and cure and claim to feel your pain
Bad shepherds! Evil kings! Mental Reign!

Not all mind control, easy cell
Weekend mind game of show and tell
Manipulate, indoctrinate, compel
Down for the count of the wishing well

Like invisible strings and other things
That make you dance while your master sings
A song for sordid gain-
Pulling on your brain-
To cause and cure and claim to feel your pain
Bad shepherds! Evil kings! Mental Reign!

Twenty-two over seven
Descending from Heaven
A pie-in-the-sky down on earth
Easy-dream welfare
Cults turn to nightmare 
Bankrupting members’ self-worth

Like invisible strings and other things
That make you dance while your master sings
A song for sordid gain-
Pulling on your brain-
To cause and cure and claim to feel your pain
Bad shepherds! Evil kings! Mental Reign!

Members, the day his kingdom fell
Minding controls, bid his farewell…

©2002, J. “Xakk” Marshall [September 11, 2002 @ 5:00 AM]

Sold himself to the digital kingdom
Attention deficit to be paid in full
Trapped within a bondage of plastic
For the interest of his imperial rule

He’s a Slave Driver
    a driver that’s enslaved…

Enslaved to the system everywhere he goes
Everywhere he turns somebody knows
Every time he thinks somewhere it shows
Everything he does somehow
    the information flows…

He sold out to the material world
So all things that surround him, matter
Just a pawn, or a puppet ruled by its wire
Digital footprints walk on him like the latter

He’s a Slave Driver
     a driver that’s enslaved…

Enslaved to the system everywhere he goes
Everywhere he turns somebody knows
Every time he thinks somewhere it shows
Everything he does somehow
    the information flows…

He sold his soul for one he could program
Exchanged his skin for a travel I.D.
He did what he’d hate, if it weren’t his choice
Too blind to realize he’ll never be free

He’s a Slave Driver
     a driver that’s enslaved…

Enslaved to the system everywhere he goes
Everywhere he turns somebody knows
Every time he thinks somewhere it shows
Everything he does somehow
    the information flows…

He’s a Slave Driver…

© 2002, J. “Xakk” Marshall

Perceiving passersby in strange fur
Hearing words of science and fiction
Touched on things it hoped would occur
Left its senses,  makes a prediction

To share with all the others-
How great someday they would be-
Like their strange-furred brothers-
And swinging from a tree…

Now behold the Sober Monkey
Nothing’s like it thought it would be
Looked at us with dreams of higher
Conceived its seed human destiny
Now behold the Sober Monkey
Nothing’s like it thought it should be
Pride no more, set its dreams on fire
Never to be human ancestry

A new creation of evolution
Breaking walls of science and nature
A race that’s one needing no absolution
Visions flood like deluges of grandeur

Deceiving all of the others-
While deluding its own mind-
But if they had their druthers-
Would be one with humankind…

Now behold the Sober Monkey
Nothing’s like it thought it would be
Looked at us with dreams of higher
Conceived its seed human destiny
Now behold the Sober Monkey
Nothing’s like it thought it should be
Pride no more, set its dreams on fire
Never to be human ancestry

© September 4, 2002 @ 1:00 AM by J. “Xakk” Marshall