Mason Maestro


Conditioning


Communication is strange with me
Discrimination forgets to leave
I hardly remember why I locked the door
..and I'll never seize the day while I'm doing o.k.

Education is a mask on conditioning
We're not winding up the slack on Hollywood gas
and the fight never occured to the victor
The victims hard on blue plays the afflictor

Forgetful host. My eyes are closed
Reminiscent of the imperial hand
I hardly remember why I locked the door
..and I'll never seize the day while I'm doing o.k.

Communication is strange with me...
Communication is hard to see...
Communication- to HEAR is the key
Communication is strange with me...

Submitted: Tuesday, March 29, 2005
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