Huxleys vision of derision seems to be fulfilled
Bottled babies soma hazys our Brave New World instilled
Culture lost in shredding vaults history remade
Feelies porno ten-foot TVs media of this day
And so we kill until we fill the sacrificial urn
To satisfy the mechanized gods to which we turn
Petitioned prayers mail-ordered inspired our programed content
Puppet strings control robot beings an Android president
Sorry to say this future day may become reality
Unless we understand this mess and plan to truly see
The beauty of the Cosmic dream with heart and mind combined
And raise the children with the vision of love beyond all time