don't need no hallucinogens

What's the matter with the masters and their mendacity actors clunking all the way to the bank
is they're getting over anxious thinking too much on the plight of species that have gone extinct
And on former plundered empires and formally cool communities underneath layers of parking lots and temples.
But still with magical cultural powers enticing the mountains to move aside while the metallurgists set up the mines, fortunes interlinked,
digging out the shiny stuff that gets them steely eyed , and nouveau egos setting up hierarchies of instant royals with instant fortunes to do themselves the honor of being just one more asshole
with that grimace like the cat that's swallowed its adversaries.
Be wary

Walking thru the dark forest at night without a flashlight or a cigarette lighter.
Under those conditions, all things are sudden
Like cops coming thru the door at dawn,
natural born arbiters,
to maintain the terror gap and keep the bottom on the downtrodden.


Malleable laws for Darfur and Malibu
Maintain deniability with the curriculums that have done a good job of cooling curiosity
into the origins outside the zoo.
Into the game of just one more atrosity
Its a matter of prosperity
and the free will of the racket launchers
taking you to the cleaners

The sinners repeat their amens,
giving praise to security fences, don't need no hallucinogens.