Out of the forest of hairy plants
shadowy voyage some promises of color
of peace of many exciting feelings
In their skeletons they don't feel the hollowness
For every opiate they consume keeps the emptiness far away
The main addiction is the childish notion that no connection exists
That life is here like a supermarket
Between the products you get your gram of joy
And tell us we who yearn for the unseen are lost
condemn us like you condemn the fanatics and their flags
And like a kid at Christmas your faces lights up
acquiring with empty hearts like machines
hungering for control
hungering for a spark of power
but the system owns you
all that is missing is your bar codes
In your little distant paradise
Where the horrors of the world don't come close
Until the earth shakes you
I pray it doesn't kill you, but I hope it wakes you
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