Engram Mafia
The statues cover up crypts and tombs
The stations emit things known only to few
Radio and T.V. controlled by an empire
They all bow to a respected emperor
Why do the plaques and posters
Reflect the engram mobsters?
With extortion and racketeering they thrive
Off of things which are no longer alive
Don says to “Remember our elders”
As he sits on an old wooden chair
His car’s license plate has two digits
His lackeys before him are nervous, and fidget
He’ll roll up to an amon store
In his ’36 Atlantica Coupe
Politely demand this month’s cut
Or threaten to shoot up the pawn shop’s front
Just one of many payments today
On to the next he sped, no delay
His way of life, with every breath
Protection money, for those undeathed
Don Juan liked getting his hands dirty
It was early in the morning, only 8:30
The boss of an empire liked working in the field
To indulge in its practice and share in its yield
While hitmen plotted and schemed on his life
Don Juan was at home with his daughters and wife
The mobster was a loving family man
As the C.I.A. listened from a street-side spying van
The Don was as powerful as a pharaoh
He ruled over skycraping pyramids downtown
Bribed a corrupt police force to turn their cheeks
Now they were Don’s blind puppets and scarecrows
Henchmen out to protect their credence
Don Juan’s aim, to suppress their freedoms
With their life and traces and will they pay
To live ignorant luxury from day to day
Progression is in the eyes of the beholder
The truth is believed by those none the wiser
Told to feel what they feel and fight for a meal
The contract is signed and there won’t be new deals
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