Stream of Consciousness
We’ve all been
Sent upon a mission
To conquer lands
Of Magik gods/leaders --> C R A C K
God damn I’m tired of bein’ sick
And I’m sick of bein’ tired.
When will the mind of the human
Body escape from the chains of
An old dark empire and scream out
With bleeding unprocessed/untouched thought:
“We are not Pinocchio!”
We drive along the lost highway of life
Waiting for rescue or a requiem in our name
Only to find out we are nameless and
Strange creatures of a pulse
In the small joints in a systematic world
Where everything is chaotic and unclear
And a barrage of new information overloads
Our circuitry… That is when the reprogramming begins.
Soon we’ll all be rockin’ and a hoppin’ along the labyrinth sayin’ to each other
“I’m 964, who’re you?”
Happy little roosters and chickens falling off the face of the Earth with the mind of lady vengeance recycling old story plots with pirate weasels fighting the political mongoose for a brand new magik power turning 964 into a named being --> R E B I R T H !
And as everything fades to black, the camera focuses on the eyes of a dying man, for we have just witnessed his final stream of consciousness.