Cognition Against the Forces of the Deceptive Demons, Psuedo Cognition, and the Magic Carpet Ride

Cognition Against the Forces of the Deceptive Demons, Pseudo Cognition, and the Magic Carpet Ride…

There’s a problem that sleeps
On your pillow at night.
The problem is bringing truth
Back into light.

As you curl in your covers,
It’s with you in bed.
And tries to slip in
Through the cracks in your head.

It’s Pseudo Cognition,
And it’s never had a name.
But chances are high,
It’s alive in your brain.

Through a tube filled with lies
That sits across the room.
Broadcasting snake faces
Of Deception and Doom

They smile through their teeth
Like demons might dare.
To convince you of
Opposite states of affair,

Which we choose to believe
And all take to heart.
Instead of using cognition
As a good place to start.

The images fuck
And suck at your mind
Replacing any sense
Remaining behind.

The ears of a rabbit
No longer support feet.
The government’s saying
You’ve become obsolete.

Like the face that you wear,
Day out and day in,
When you’re running around,
And feel you can’t win.

A systemic mission,
To be what you choose.
When really the system,
Is set up to lose.

He tries to become him.
Then she starts to look like her.
Until every individual
Is one giant-ass blur.

We want the “real” truth,
And we want it right now!
We have the reason why,
But we’re leaning towards the how.

It’s Psuedo Cognition;
It’s found on a screen!
A snapshot of something,
You’ve never even seen.

And yet you are told,
That this is all life.
That the Demons speak truth,
And their words will suffice.

And my they look superior
Wearing thirty inches of attention.
That accents their cunning
From every angle and dimension. 

It’s almost as if,
It’s one pre-padded show.
Oh, wait, that’s the Truth,
They don’t want you to know.

So what do we do
When faced with the choice
To follow ourselves
Or our own inner voice?


Or listen to the shit
Found on Pseudo Cognition;
Mass produced thoughts
Not far from your kitchen.

So how DO we get past
All the words that we hear.
When the music’s not over
But the air must be clear?

I say run through the mists of Doubt and Delusion
Televised most often on Pseudo Cognition.
The answers to questions are sick from gyration,
And over use of Truth’s name in questionable situation.

Run with me, and I’ll help you to see,
What really is and could possibly be.
I’ll open the doors of Perception in the mind
And take you on a Magic Truth Carpet Ride.

We’ll fly straight through the Gardens of Deceit and Doubt
While the Demons of Deception dance wildly about.
They’ll claw at the stitching of our magic fabric ride
In hopes that the Truth never makes it alive.

And into our minds they’ll try to impress
Images of death to stir up some stress.
Suspending ourselves above all our dreams,
With razor blade reveries holding the seams.

But the Demons can’t touch what they don’t understand,
All that they know has been laid in their hands.
And as they all watch as we soar through the night,
Know we’re at one and they can’t touch the light.

Then we’ll salvage what we can in the hills of lost ideals.
The overlooked Truths piled under the wheels
Of the ideology bulldozing machine to bury them deep in the side of the hills
Away from the buzzing minds teaming with will.

And later, we’ll fly with the fairies at night
And dance in the shade of the pale moonlight.
But always beware of things just out of sight
Like the Truth the Demons guard with their deceptive might. 


So turn off your Pseudo Cognition,
And tap into Human Ambition.
The Tools of Deduction
Can stall mass-production.

Sift through the sand
That’s less than to be believed
Compress the grains of lie
Till only clear glass can be seen.