It’s a final exam to believe
In cosmic consciousness, it’s difficult
To believe that a new world is waiting/
When the budget tells you
Quantum physics doesn’t matter
Ghost in the machine, the crocked/
World keeps getting faster
The overall emptiness of matter
Better exploited, transistors more atomic/
The world keeps getting smaller
But then why do you still feel so damn far!
It’s a universe language, to want/
To be loved, to care about the state of things
But it’s a diffusion of responsibility
When the old boys club keeps/
Giving you the chills, at how
Patriarchy and military spending
Still rule the world, it’s hard to trust/
Humanity, when you realize
It’s still the bankers who own you.
It’s either the blankets or the snakes. Very nice.
Yes the ying and the yang I guess 🙂
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Very cool, I’m glad it spoke to you Sahm.
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The bankers only think they own you. Those IOUs are worthless.