magic lives
in my tinfoil hat
i wear it shiny
and brand new
it lives to protect me
from the forces of evil
the government plots
the corporation's designs
sets me free
from mind control
My conspiracies
are the way I unroll
so you think I'm paranoid
do I make you a bit annoyed
once we find out
it'll be too late
do what you can
to protect your fate
if what you find out
doesn't make sense
don't let it go
you've the right to know
education
is everything
without curiosity
the mind's
an empty thing
Sometimes mind tires
with dreams
and desires
and plots and
devices
and worry
for futures
that burn
so i think
and protect
and find out
what I want
I believe
what makes sense
and think a lot
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