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