Children of the Wasteland

New song, out Fall 2009
Copyright 2009 Cheryl Anderson

I could write a song about love being lost
beneath the paranoid illusions of my thoughts
give me a pen, tell me how much time I got
to be the next number One girl

I could give a fuck about your top hit charts
you raped the revolution, sold it back as spare parts
I’m gonna hit you hard with everything that I got
and if you don’t wanna hear then turn it off

Turn in
your national pin
Tune out
your television
Drop out
of your indoctrination
This is the time of the Revelation
Tune in
your intuition
Turn on
your Divine Intervention
Drop out
of a dying system
and follow your soul to the Revolution

I could tell ya what I know about their plans
hatched all the way back trying to recreate Eden
united in peace with no individual freedom
but the Truth is harder to believe than fiction

So I’ll spin you a tale from my imagination:
13 families rule it all and we feed ‘em
arcane rituals on the battlefield to satiate ‘em
and one day they decided we should go and pray to ‘em

and Religion was born from a man turned God
off-earth bred to make us fear what they are
encoded in the scriptures on the pyramid walls
encased in the stones of the Masonic halls

I read
The Book of the Dead
I’ve seen
Their symbols in my dreams
I feel
This is more than what it seems
and if we don’t pay attention
they’ll rewrite

History
is a spoken-word piece
the Truth
didn’t make it in the story
Underneath
your King James version
Reality is much more insane and amazing

So if I seem aloof to your Inquisition
it’s because this Veil is getting thin
I opened a journal I wrote when I was a kid
and the words that flowed out, I knew it then

So listen up
to your pineal gland
Not your cock or your preacher or your dumbass friends
If you’re interested in Enlightenment then come in
cause your heart is the only thing you should put faith in

If you’ve been caught laughing through this pain
and if you see what could become of this place
then stand the fuck up and show your face
Don’t matter your class, creed or your race

Turn in
your national pin
Tune out
your television
Drop out
of your indoctrination
This is the time of the Revelation
Tune in
your intuition
Turn on
your Divine Intervention
Drop out
of a dying system
and follow your soul to the Revolution