Victor Tausk

Victor Tausk was a man of mind
A student of one Sigmund Freud
He studied people who've been driven to madness
Torment by apparatus

The technology was always just out of grasp
And was always controlled
By a cult of white men
And the dead man's
Crazy visions of Victor Tausk
Call this
The influence machine

And history's black list
Shows evidence of a suggestion
Apparatus
Which is another meaning
For the influence machine

And the people deemed insane
Were thrown in chains
And claimed their friends and families
And everyone around them
Was hypnotized by
The machine

(He's looking at you kid)
(Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas)
(I don't get laid enough)
(Call me a slut, call me a virgin)
(My heart is reserved for the lord)
(I shall love thy neighbor)
(I don't know I think we're getting hijacked)
(Another one just hit the building)
(Wow)
(Coca Cola, Coca Cola)
(Things go better with Coca Cola)
(Things go better with coke)
(Life is much more fun)

The machine planted ideas
In the brains of the people
Through X-rays and magnets
And satellite steeples

And all around the world
Determines your ideas
But in the end
All ideas are lies

And Victor Tausk
Was shot my Freud
Who then made it seem like a suicide
Freud then claimed that the
Work of Tausk should be
Forgotten in the cracks of time

And never give it a second thought
Or die

Doubtless you have noticed
That this influencing machine
Sounds an awful lot like television

In any event
There is no question
That television does
What the schizophrenic fantasy
Says it does

It places in our minds
Images of reality
Which are outside of our experience

They come in form of
Rays in a box

They cause changes
In feeling and confusion

As to what is real
And what is not

So just remember that there's
Rare moments in history
When there's possibilities for change
And then they're gone
So choose your battles
Or they'll tell you

They'll tell you you're insane
You're insane

I'm not crazy