Make me a statistic with
Your Century Signet
Gold with five black stripes
And your brown clipboard
Biting down on piles of paper
Forms that admit me
And release me
And analyse me
Turning me into numbers
And abstract chemical combinations
Prescribe the pills that make
My medicated counterculture
Thrive and grow and become
The threat to your security
And your crazy little sanity pockets
That quiver under our feet
We are the children of
Your mindless revolutions
Your manipulation of the genome
Your meddling with nature
Your obsessive need to prove
That faith cannot exist
Only science and the minds of men
Can exist - it's what you preach
I don't believe in you
I don't believe in your schemes
Your needs and dreams and wishes
I can break free of your
Mindless hive brain
Cell - a prison of theory and hypothesis
And fly up, up, up
Up into the dark night sky
And grab the last fairytale star
The last one left standing
From the battle
Of your reason
And my faith
Your fact
And my imagination