Consciousness is just a consequence
Of our will to survive
The marching elite I have spoken to it
The marching elite I have listened to it
I have propped
Think of the ego the self
That suffers a personal history
Bound to time
As the grid as the craft guilt making
Don't try to suspect me of any intelligence
Of any higher power I am the willing
And I am the weak
Oppression possession guilt making
I speak in al gravity
I am the heritage I am the order
You have chosen me to rule your world
I conjure consciousness
And all who are with it to go and do my will
I am your law your voice of reason
I am your law
I am your strength of character