Chasing Late-Night Radio Signals

Realtors know all about ghosts,
Just as nuns know angels and pilots UFO's,
And miners know underground races who live off our fear,
And old sailors know the Philadelphia Experiment was real,
And astronauts know of domed cities on the moon,
And Plains folk have heard of assassinated Carter and his 18 clones,
And schizophrenics hear the constant magnetic hum
that numbs human brains to unknowing submission,
And those abducted, outcasts themselves from alien races,
Know how all history and news of this planet
Are merely masks behind which the Arcturans and the Maldeks vie...

For these people, these things fit neatly into the picture
more or less like the one on TV.

But there are others, with no special knowledge,
Who have seen only the dull facade,
Who like spiders try to weave the connections:

The unknown force that drops chemtrails mysteriously
In the air to control the weather
With those who originally created man to mine gold
To layer their planet's atmosphere;
The fact that money doesn't exist except as it
Is earned by those who borrow it
With the fact that God doesn't exist except
As it is created by those who believe in it
(And how this has enslaved us for centuries);
Why everyone mourns an earth full of dead things
When the sun is alive and the air is full
Of beings trying their best just to talk to us.

They learn all these things in damp, dark, lonely places
And sift through the static for one lone, clear sound,
For they are desperate to find the thing that can't be answered
By that voice reassuring us the nightmare we live in is real.
They cannot hear anymore what only leads them away,
They need to finally understand why we are watched and followed,
Why our dreams are invaded with lies,
Why everything on the outside is poisonous
But we eat it just the same.