Orchestrated Confusion

Buying Jim Morrison an ice cold beer

Wondering which lane of the avenue on which to steer

I won’t be sleep walking if I can find a mirror

The end always seems to be drawing nearer,

Thinking about what you said that day

Doesn’t seem to bother you as you betray

Thanks to you I’m having to keep the wolves at bay

No one knows what part in the masquerade you play,

Struggling to make it through this era

Just one more mule for Sister Sara

Casualty estimates by Robert McNamara

Volcanic rumblings from the caldera,

The news you can’t really trust

For some its heaven’s gate or bust

We have a society that suffers from lust

They have you trembling at a wind gust,

The world today has become an illusion

Science disputing cold fusion

We live in orchestrated confusion

You can be prosecuted for coming to that conclusion,

It seems most of us know about the scheme

But is it too late for the nation to be redeemed

Unidentified blips on the radar screen

Even the most rational person wants to scream,

So I steered onto the right lane of the avenue

From above a UAP came into view

A few hours later I finally came to

I realized it was time to rejoin the human zoo.