whatareyouthinking

Moonwalks casting shadows of doubt
Smoke and Mirrors in a different light
Furled flags ride the wind without air
Devoid of stars and no Earth in sight

Minus support of four-foot thick lead
Van Allen belt whips a spaceman to hash
Micro-meteors rip space suits to shreds
And the film for the camera melts in a flash

Earth to NASA
Astronauts to dust
Do what they can’t
But do it they must
When technology fails
In Hollywood they trust

And all the moon’s a stage
For the conspiracy age
Feel all the rage
And your mind disengage

Rover, Rover, never flipped over
Antarctic prop-rocks stamped with a ‘C’
Lift-off produced a flame in a vacuum
Yet failed to disturb the dust and debris

Weightless indeed when shown at half-speed
Washing our brains in the Sea of Tranquility
Catching the Buzz, strong-Armed to concede
Surfing the wave of cosmic conspiracy

Earth to NASA
Astronauts to dust
Do what they can’t
But do it they must
When technology fails
In Hollywood they trust

And all the moon’s a stage
For the conspiracy age
Feel all the rage
And your mind disengage

Insight might incite but no one’s in sight
Adherents hide as facts chase their fantasy
Multiple sources of ‘light’ think they’re right
Talk is cheap but the books aren’t free

© 2006 James “Xakk” Marshall [January 16, 2006 @ 3:45 AM, T minus 9 seconds]

Walking through the cafe
Stalking you just like prey
Making small talk
“How are you today?”

You give me a friendly “fine”
I’m ready with my next line
“What is your job?”
And I can’t wait to tell you about mine!

I work for myself, it’s true
No doubt that you can too
I’m building my business
And it needs someone just like you!

Praising you (who I don’t know)
Putting on a one man show
Now you are flattered
And you’ll go where I want you to go!

I look like your friend
I act like your brother
You were love at first sight
Just like the others
I met here tonight…

Selfish ambitions they hide in disguise
But honey and feces still draw the same flies
The difference between them all lies in the lies
And he don’t see the people
Through dollar signs in his eyes

Come to our meeting place
Meet the heads face to face
To bask in the hype
And our dogma embrace

Zeal for your cult grows
Turn your friends to foes
“They don’t want to be rich?”
Like someone who someone
    who some-one in here knows

Feeling the loneliness
Steeling away your bliss
You curse the day (we met)
As you reminisce about
    the times you miss

We wined and we dined
You never thought me unkind
“You don’t want to be rich?”
Well, if your not on my downline
    you’re no friend of mine! 

I am not your friend!
I am not your brother!
Though it may have looked that way
But for you and yours
I will still prey…

Selfish ambitions they hide in disguise
But honey and feces still draw the same flies
The difference between them all lies in the lies
And he don’t see the people
Through dollar signs in his eyes

© 2006 J. “Xakk” Marshall  (January 14, 2006 @12:55 AM)