You friends will drink poison to activate laughter and act in a way they want to, and spent their weeks wages doing so and pretend that they enjoy what they are doing.

The wannabees wanabee.

You'll spend your lifetime perfecting your arts and then you'll dance when you succeed. But the cries of the people you stepped on will create mental ties that may make you cry and your success will become a sound of a passing car to a rabbit that made it this time.

Soul Vibrations will become alien nations of illiterate probation. One will wish for change and group with thousands holding hands and chanting for heavenly retribution and lifetime fusion but once again it aids the illusions.

Whens the next protest? What is it about? What shall we shout? "We wanna be free. But we are free. Oh what shall we complain about now. Its bad to kill people for our freedom. Right!. But what if they kill us for their freedom? We will have to take em out before they take us out. Lets create a co-illusion and group of member states of paranoia  and ban people meeting up and stop them from causing harm to our transient flow of harmony. I mean we can go to the shops and buy a paper about the crap thats going on. We shake our heads at the front page and complain that we are not doing our thing, then throw the paper in the bin and begin to sing.

Why don't we get depressed and panic and screem or try and make a change and realise that the change has been deranged, and our history is a story. Why don't we communicate to each other that the world is really fucked up and look for solutions for our children. Or why don't we incriminate ourselves by don't something illegal and alienate ourselves from politics and let those people run tings.

Lets just walk about. Do our day to day and pray. Thats what I say.