Perception ascension

Our illusions are perceptions
Receptions of quantum/time redemptions
From spaced places in ascended dimensions
Where pineal puppetry pays its own retention
No currency circulates or calls for your detention
And valueless objects never cut the tension
But to get there we’ll have to spring ourselves suspension
Essential ascensions are required for did I mention?
That we’re all able to time travel by looking at the stars
And they look back at us driving round in cars
Sitting round in bars
Held prisoners by our past
Slipping through the hourglass
Whilst sipping from a beer glass
“Where does the time go?” a man asks
Whilst looking at his watch and remembering he’s double parked

Parking double in this space we’ve stayed too long
Arguing barters for false martyrs who probably were wrong
And now long gone
So let’s move on
We’ve got work to do before we hear the final gong
The economy is erasing and will soon sing its closing song

We’ve become post-fossils on soil where dinosaurs once ran
Like Easter Island heads we forgot where this all began
How we ended up chasing our own tail instead of sticking it to the man
Its not too late to swallow cynicism, come on, you know you can
And talk to your neighbour, get involved and start to plan
Ways of shuffling out of the shackles that tightly grip around your hands
The time is now not later when the shit has hit the fan