What if I told you that the future of civilization is built from everyone's actions
And your actions are manifest from your thoughts
But your thoughts are determined from where you focus your attention
I'd have to ask you this then
Who controls your attention
Time is nothing more than an abstract concept
Currency in concrete form is the object
Forming fortunes in the process
It's exploiting peoples conscience
As the future converges on all of humanity
And further we spread like anthropic disease
So it seems this shall generate a legal need
Continual determination of who's allowed to be
You may be wonderin just how this could happen
Our planet wrought by its warring factions
Chaos of material improperly rationed
Driven by a hierarchical collective action
As god apes play in this metaphysical plane
We shall soon discover the rules to this game
With all that nature has to its claim
Each ego exists in the fractal of blame
Malthusian Mandamus
The end is upon us
In a world of human excess
Who decides what is best
Malthusian Mandamus
The end is upon us
An aristocratic process
Of which most are unconscious