The Truth Does Not Make Sense

One morning I got up Hungry For something I knew not what I made breakfast Drank some snarling coffee And turned on the news And what did I see Talking heads Sprouting lies Nonsense words Gibberish Nightmarish phrases Nothing makes sense Politicians Sporting forth Spinners spinning spin Huskers hustling their hustle Selling me a bunch of goods And I did not want to buy it I scream My soul was not for sale And I listened hard Looking for the truth Noting but lies Coming out of hideous beasts Barking words Noise some noises and lies Snarling disgusting lies I sit there Transfigured Hypnotized by the overwhelming Stench of the bull **** Coming out of the TV set I stood up Smashed the TV set With my boot Trying to set myself free From its hold on me Men in black suits Surround me Put me on black helicopters Taking me somewhere I scream to no avail No one listens to me Just more noise Coming out of the TV set And I go out Into the dark night I was told I was suffering From a disease I was insane I could not longer Understand What was being said To me I asked my tormentors What is the truth They laugh Smiled with evil grins On their bloated faces They begin to torture me Because they could Forcing me to watch The President speak Over and over again Again and again The same words Black is white White is black The President is always right Freedom is an illusion Lies make you free And it dawned on me And I laughed As I escaped the programming Of the universe And I was free Truth and lies Are the same Everything are nothing But dangerous delusions As I jump out of the window Into the night I vowed I would See the President In hell As I die I am free Good God almighty Free of their lies At last