The Mind of My Generation Mind Flow. Conscience Convergence. Mutual Mind Meld. Telepathic Television. All-Knowing Cable. Mind Reading Networks. World controlled by them. Minds controlled by T.V. Broadcasted, Transmitted, Beamed. Telepathic T.V. in the comfort of your home. Read your mind, While you watch, Television. Brainwash. Boob-Tube. Telepathic Terminator. It Something cold. Hard as Ice. As I'm told. It's not so nice. Slick as honey, Smooth as silk. Isn't it funny, It's in my milk. Red and Blue, White as my eyes. It should be true, Not some lies. It's, well.... I can't really tell. I thought you knew! Switch Number Seven Switch Number Seven! Quick death, And transport to heaven. Gased to death, The punchline to a cruel joke. Classic entertainment, For a group of bloodthirsty maniacs. Pain and agony overwhelms, A life so dear, lost so quick. Such a precious thing as life, Used so pitifully and wastefully. Oh dear Mr. Nazi, How does your machine of death work? "Why step inside and see for yourself," (And never see the rest of your life.) Oh dear Mr. Hitler, Why is it me that you hate? "You're the easiest to control," (Besides I need the practice.) Switch Number Seven! Quick death, And transport to heaven. Adolf Hitler's Driving Adolf Hitler's driving, A fancy foreign 4X4. Looking for victims, Going door to door. Mr. Hitler's doing sixty, Down a one-way street. In the wrong direction, Hitting all he meets. Mr. Hitler's causing panic The highways under his rule. Man's magnificent modern invention, To him is only a massacring tool. Mr. Hitler, how long can you do it? Creating so much anguish. All the bodies to bury, All the fires to extinguish. Adolf Hitler's driving, His wicked machine. The damage he's caused, Is the worst to be seen. World Leaders Men of Power Losing control, Ruling from their pockets And not from their souls. Lordly dictators And greedy officials, Their governments Are just superficial. Proud Mr. President Distinguished Prime Minister, You think you're holy But you're really very sinister. Conceited Mr. Chairman How arrogant you are, You think everything's yours Including all of the stars. People of persuasion Controllers of the future, Between good and evil Are you trying to make a suture? Men of power Corrupt as ever, The fate of the world At the touch of a lever. Good Ol ' Democracy Communism Declining, Freedom spreading! Mass-produced, Ready to wear, Economy size, Biodegradeably packaged, Peace and equality. Is signed, Sealed, And ready to deliver! Ms. Liberty Her body; I lusted over it, I fought over it, I suffered over it, I died over it. Oh, beautiful Ms. Liberty, Your copper shine, Drove me into a fury, Which killed me, And thousands of other Young American men. Daddy the old, crumbling face: the reflection in the dusty mirror. it is a face of worn dignity, and fading respect. on that mirror, reflects the world. time is captured upon it, and images in it. and his weary eyes look out, without public emotions. in his eyes, the world is judged, and the bounties distributed. his silent decision becomes law to those who cannot tear themselves away from his shine. they live with one eye turned back, glancing for a decision: that sign of respect. the respect of those faded, fatherly eyes, controls destinies, and dictates lives. Evolutionary Aspirations flowers sprinkling their petals across the soil that is clutching at their feet. the beckoning of the masses: of seeds aspiring to grow, ants dreaming of climbing, and bees fantasizing of tasting. will the overwhelming interest in the once shy flower, cause it to aspire to reach greater heights? will it become tired of its life, and wish for legs like man, to get up and walk away? will it desire fingers to plug its ears, to block out the pleas? with so much attention, will a flower be content to remain a flower? Mirror Drops a tear out of love, pain, and fear. as it slides, drips, and falls, I wish that someone was there to catch them all. these drops which fall from my heart are from the blood that was spilt from the death of emotions. and as you watch as a puddle forms at my feet, look closely as it forms the shape of a broken heart, with your face upon it.

The Mind of My Generation Mind Flow. Conscience Convergence. Mutual Mind Meld. Telepathic Television. All-Knowing Cable. Mind Reading Networks. World controlled by them. Minds controlled by T.V. Broadcasted, Transmitted, Beamed. Telepathic T.V. in the comfort of your home. Read your mind, While you watch, Television. Brainwash. Boob-Tube. Telepathic Terminator. It Something cold. Hard as Ice. As I'm told. It's not so nice. Slick as honey, Smooth as silk. Isn't it funny, It's in my milk. Red and Blue, White as my eyes. It should be true, Not some lies. It's, well.... I can't really tell. I thought you knew! Switch Number Seven Switch Number Seven! Quick death, And transport to heaven. Gased to death, The punchline to a cruel joke. Classic entertainment, For a group of bloodthirsty maniacs. Pain and agony overwhelms, A life so dear, lost so quick. Such a precious thing as life, Used so pitifully and wastefully. Oh dear Mr. Nazi, How does your machine of death work? "Why step inside and see for yourself," (And never see the rest of your life.) Oh dear Mr. Hitler, Why is it me that you hate? "You're the easiest to control," (Besides I need the practice.) Switch Number Seven! Quick death, And transport to heaven. Adolf Hitler's Driving Adolf Hitler's driving, A fancy foreign 4X4. Looking for victims, Going door to door. Mr. Hitler's doing sixty, Down a one-way street. In the wrong direction, Hitting all he meets. Mr. Hitler's causing panic The highways under his rule. Man's magnificent modern invention, To him is only a massacring tool. Mr. Hitler, how long can you do it? Creating so much anguish. All the bodies to bury, All the fires to extinguish. Adolf Hitler's driving, His wicked machine. The damage he's caused, Is the worst to be seen. World Leaders Men of Power Losing control, Ruling from their pockets And not from their souls. Lordly dictators And greedy officials, Their governments Are just superficial. Proud Mr. President Distinguished Prime Minister, You think you're holy But you're really very sinister. Conceited Mr. Chairman How arrogant you are, You think everything's yours Including all of the stars. People of persuasion Controllers of the future, Between good and evil Are you trying to make a suture? Men of power Corrupt as ever, The fate of the world At the touch of a lever. Good Ol ' Democracy Communism Declining, Freedom spreading! Mass-produced, Ready to wear, Economy size, Biodegradeably packaged, Peace and equality. Is signed, Sealed, And ready to deliver! Ms. Liberty Her body; I lusted over it, I fought over it, I suffered over it, I died over it. Oh, beautiful Ms. Liberty, Your copper shine, Drove me into a fury, Which killed me, And thousands of other Young American men. Daddy the old, crumbling face: the reflection in the dusty mirror. it is a face of worn dignity, and fading respect. on that mirror, reflects the world. time is captured upon it, and images in it. and his weary eyes look out, without public emotions. in his eyes, the world is judged, and the bounties distributed. his silent decision becomes law to those who cannot tear themselves away from his shine. they live with one eye turned back, glancing for a decision: that sign of respect. the respect of those faded, fatherly eyes, controls destinies, and dictates lives. Evolutionary Aspirations flowers sprinkling their petals across the soil that is clutching at their feet. the beckoning of the masses: of seeds aspiring to grow, ants dreaming of climbing, and bees fantasizing of tasting. will the overwhelming interest in the once shy flower, cause it to aspire to reach greater heights? will it become tired of its life, and wish for legs like man, to get up and walk away? will it desire fingers to plug its ears, to block out the pleas? with so much attention, will a flower be content to remain a flower? Mirror Drops a tear out of love, pain, and fear. as it slides, drips, and falls, I wish that someone was there to catch them all. these drops which fall from my heart are from the blood that was spilt from the death of emotions. and as you watch as a puddle forms at my feet, look closely as it forms the shape of a broken heart, with your face upon it.

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