Somehow, he tracked me down
A brave old friend from the underground
He read my manifesto and was duly impressed
Suggested I name it Simon Says
I was about to say it's all for naught
When he showed me technology stolen from DARPA
Decades of mind-control research had shown
That advanced TMS can be used for torture
Yet within the data was a greater finding: A metaphysical silver lining
An external field of moral inception that regulates internal thoughts and intentions
Lift me up to a better place
Lift me up to a better place
And I'll be in a land of loving grace
By inducing the proper electric waves
Brains can be brought back into phase
Subjects enjoy a shift of perspective
Conscious alignment with their own directive
Eureka, I thought, this happens to me
In the aura state when I use my machine
But DARPA sees this mental reception
As a means to achieve mass pacification
Don't you see, I asked my friend, how we can flip the script on this dreadful plan
We must give our leaders a dose of transcendence,
Before they lobotomize the lowly masses
Lift me up to a better place
Lift me up to a better place
And I'll be in a land of loving grace
Lift me up to a better place
Lift me up to a better place
And I'll be in a land of loving grace
Dear listeners, thanks for hearing me out
Well, this marks the end of Simon's account
The DHS would soon bring him down
Sent to a black site, hooded and bound
History attests to the darkness that followed
Two generations of avoidable sorrow
Will we ever emerge on the other side
The way it looks now, the end is nigh
Except for the Jacks who maintain control
Government agents are leaving in droves
You know, the last hope of old Simonites like me
Is a shift in consciousness - a science that's real