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Best of intentions, fresh-faced devotees display, |
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sat at the feet of the master, |
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hoping that this is the one true way. |
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Eager awareness, |
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picking the wood from the trees, |
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only belief is important, |
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only obedience can set them free. |
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Here come the paraphernalia, |
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here come the catch-all refrains, |
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repeat ad infinitum. |
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Slavish devotion, that's how it usually presents, |
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in an impossibly pompous |
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addiction to doctrines that make no sense. |
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Anal retention to an astounding degree, |
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self-absorption is total, |
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making obedience compulsory |
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if they want to reach the inner mystery. |
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Welcome to the bats in the belfry, |
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the buzz-words echo around, |
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repeated ad infinitum. |
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Brainwashed and bound to believe in |
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the orthodox text, slogans on t-shirts, |
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the punters can't wait to be told |
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what to think of next... |
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oh, what's coming next? |
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Well, nothing is coming and nobody here goes |
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in search of the questions posterity might pose. |
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There's only one answer the believers can allow... |
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Yes, teacher knows best, teacher knows best. |
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Let's put the teacher to the test. |
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There's only one answer the disciples will allow out. |
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Cultish convention repeated again and again |
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until the words have no meaning, |
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until the means have become the end. |
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What starts with self-obsession ends up in self-denial, |
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they just so want to believe... |
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slaves to the snake oil of this particular world, |
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elitist and self-referential, |
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the comfort's in sharing the secret word |
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with the picture blurred... |
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the companionship of the herd. |
