Pathological ideologues coming over the hinterlands,
A glint in their eye and a hold-up in their hand.
What's in their heads is as clear as when aliens land
Coming pumped to get plump without a plan.
The specifics don't really matter til the cameras come
And the editors pick and paste what gets mumbled and what stays mum.
Creating a perfect picture for patsies who only hear the drums.
Getting them self-fomenting with mind chewing gum.
Instincts on hold.
Minds enslaved , consciousness cajoled.
For many, only a whisper, and then fingers feeling the fool's gold.
A realization you've been sold.
A realization its not cool to cruise and crash
Sometimes the game calls for getting a little rash.
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