Song Of The New Paradigm

Buy the blue bread maker because

The blades are made of burnished brass

Favoring your form to fill in fatness

From lack of feverish folding

Be the being you are by buying a basket

Of toxic waste.

Drain it down your gullet assaulting

Delicate organs designed for other

Perpetuate profits

Pretend you don't see

Suppression of systems and

Self destruction

Solving agendas so long ago secret

Societies saving salvation and slavery

Selecting the soundest to serve

WAKE UP!

What's the big idea about war?

Well, you have to stretch to see

If your problem is over population

Knocking off soldiers while selling taxation and

Bullets and bombers bad business but profits

Agendas so secret the saddest of stories

Divested attention the slighting of hand

Three carding of Monte

Who isn't on first, who is getting fatter?

Who has no more fame?

The daily bombardment of fear flames and fortunes

Forgetting the thoughts that will free one forever.

WAKE UP!

Sleeping and floating on bubble rubber

Mean little nasties swimming below

Oblivious to the slow leaking puncture

WAKE UP!

Attention diverted from the greatest good

To programmed competitive thought damping

Oneness

WAKE UP!

Be all that you can be

By buying uncola

Poisoning your mind and body

With a phrase

Be original, you You generation

Blow us apart

WAKE UP!

Lemmings like marching to media played

White noise distracted

A mute voice within

The dark force has vanquished

WAKE UP!

(C) Richard Royce 06