Insect Paranoia

I don't have time to reason with you.
I guess you know I've seen the light.
Not only can I bring you comfort, my friend,
But I can set your thoughts aright.
Your eyes are clear of visions.
Your mind is clenched and locked up tight.
You have only to relax here
In the quiet of the blazing fascist night.
We'd better meld our minds in a thousand places,
Twist our eyes till they see the same faces,
Leave all the thinking up to someone who can look like Lincoln,
And learn who we can really trust, before the ants can bury us,
And it will be so peaceful there,
Without a worry or a care;
And, oh, so sleepy.
Some words may sound apocalyptic, I daresay,
But I believe they let you down.
In the end there's only sorrow and pain
To make you glad to be around.
Your eyes are clear of visions.
Your mind is clenched and locked up tight.
You have only to relax here
In the quiet of the blazing fascist night.
In the quiet of the blazing night,
Oh, silent night.


Rob Glaser

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