ZEN GARDEN 94


Machines to be the destiny where flesh and blood was once
In an almost quite reality, conditioned highspeed response
You're taught to think by soundbite ads, tangled in the Internet
So technotechnotechno man is what you’re gonna get
And everything is cool yeah yeah, everything's terrific
Could you just perhaps not be a little more specific?
Ask a man out on the street, ask him how he feels
Then tell him of your beautiful Utopian ideals
And I like the way you think you look-what passes for ambition
Read it in letters to the editor, free speech has its conditions
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You vote against your freedom (because choice makes you confused)
Worked by VERY remote control and distantly amused!
Exploring all your impulses but keep the secrets hidden
Because everything not compulsory is going to be forbidden
Youth movements never moved me no-they just grow to conform
Under the counter cultureshock in teenage uniforms
How DO you advance on treadmills, what exactly’s been improved?
All are equal, each with nothing-"Guard, have this man removed!’
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All futures are in constant flux, the past's a wasted breath
Love is just a side effect caused by fear of death
Outlawing curiosity casts a social hex
Orgasm with sarcasm and fuck their fear of sex
Everyone has an ID card, signs up a good recruit
Leaving home for another womb, a parent substitute
And if you want to know what happened, to the teenage dream
It ended up, unemployed, on a training scheme
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And everyone's a fashion fool, tell me that you're not one
Problems with their ego too - just because they've got one!
I'm reading out our future here, seen when smoking grass
The Second Coming's been and gone, Christ only came to pass
In this Land of Milk and Honey, can you afford pride when you take blood money?
So now it seems it’s closing time, the end of whiteboy rapping
Take a bow now with no encores to the sound of one hand clapping
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/// Some lines changed in 2001 while typing out again. Goes with Hex 23 and N. Chaos.///