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::CHORUS::
We’ve found the perfect drug, and we’ve dubbed it soma|
A gramme and a half will put you in a coma|
A classified narcotic, the same as an acid trip|
Orgy-Porgy when they’re passionate, flashin’ bits and pieces of complex reason, speedin’ through their shattered wits|
::1st Verse::
As for life (well) its exists to those not livin’ it|
Let emotions build then just pop pills as the user sees fit|
This eloquent book sheds light on our predicament|
It’s not hesitant to show how our society’s bent |
World controlling people, promoting stability|
They profess the importance of every single city|
They single out every person from within|
To make sure social revolution does not begin|
Protected by thick skin, they don’t let their emotions be free|
To do as they will, you’re lettin’ them destroy your entity|
Crawlin’ all up in your world, rippin’ your feet out from under you main you twirl|
Stay on your feet or get swirled, you’ll be spinnin’ in circles while wantin’ to hurl|
The Fordship, their lordship, is running, the hoards with|
Visions, of provisions, for the soma allotment|
A holiday is desired, when one is emotionally or mentally tired|
A population grown and sown to perform the tasks required|
Through the ranks everyone lives in a perfect society|
The Controller’s anxiety to enforce the caste’s propriety|
But out of New Mexico there comes a twist|
When the savage named John is thrown into the mix|
His mind is quick to switch, back to the dirty tricks|
He learned as a boy, he exists behind his fists|
Stone and sticks would prick him, he grew up the victim|
A social outcast, he was excluded from the system|
His trial into manhood wasn’t granted so instead he tried himself|
Mind and body tortured to a point beyond help|
Introspective, this savage was anything but static|
He was dynamic then moved from calm to erratic|
Stuck with the sadist (Bernard) and the physically pneumatic (Lenina)|
Both aristocratic, in a life that’s automatic|
They all know what to do, when their pathetic lives are too hard to live through|
It’s the last resort they turn to, a holiday is pursued|
::CHORUS::
::2nd Verse::
lets stop to examine the riot produced by the intense soma demand|
this superficial famine doesn’t have the upper hand in|
the situation whose plan is being hammered in|
by police who aren’t stammerin’|
one must throw away his hate and love everybody else|
talking to clones too stupid to know they need help|
their bodies are expendable, the clones aren’t lastin’|
the hatchery is requested to send another batch in|
apparently that’s the fashion, everyone looks the same|
to an alien the whole planet must look really lame|
but the savage is more concerned with utopian ideals|
but too bad they don’t have a low intellectual appeal|
this upheaval is something viewed as necessary|
for Bernard, he wishes he could just be buried|
Helmholtz is tearin’ apart clones..he’s pretty scary|
He’s sent away but he’s not mad. On the contrary|
Helmholtz has a revelation about the world’s structure|
Non-conformity must be suppressed to avoid a rupture|
The success reached by the world controllers is fragile|
No wonder Bernard lives in a world that’s hostile|
The only soft cushion happened to be Lenina|
Her role is only physical, she’s no Athena|
Her pneumatic body, it’s like she’s full of hot air|
John loves every inch of her, from the bottom of her toes to the top of her hair|
But don’t let this scare you, John is really that deal|
He uses Shakespeare to reveal his innermost ideals|
“O Brave New World” he quotes time and time again|
Suicide when civilization invades his domain|
::CHORUS::
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