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In the sixties, a mere chemical fooled Timothy Leary
He became a missionary, to the jaded, the weary
He thought he had the answer to the question:
how to get the key to the doors of perception.

We could become one with a conscious field
That only trickles in; you could make the walls yield
More than that, LSD could make us aware
That love was the underlying fact out there.

Could we "fathom hell or soar angelic"
just by taking a psychedelic?
Could we enter "the endless flame that contains"
sense, sleep, glory and God's hundred names?

Ken Kesey was an attendant on a psychiatric floor.
The delusions of patients were hard to ignore.
Then he took LSD, and the patients seemed sane - 
He thought he was decoding their meaning, their pain,

So he wrote a novel while high on LSD: 
Sadistic nurse Ratchet versus inmate Murphy
The insane were the rebels, society the straitjacket
Was madness just a capitalist racket?

Some say insanity reacts to an insane planet
Just a sane response to the rulers that ran it.
But then the mad were let loose on our streets.
If you ignore harsh reality, then history repeats.

LSD we now know, alters electrical activity in the brain
Those who think they've found the cosmos, are hoping in vain.
Like any drug, when you take it, you are rolling the dice
It may not be so bad, or you may pay a price.

Brain areas communicate, Synesthetic senses cross
It makes paranoids worse, not worth the dice toss.
To be free you have to be in charge, and be whole
Without reason, you are no longer in charge of your soul.

Civil rights lawyers didn't realize that brain affects mind.
If you ignore basic facts, you are not being kind.
The homeless mentally ill have no walls, but aren't free.
There's little romance in losing touch with reality.

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