See you on the outside looking in
Misunderstanding
Misinterpreting the usual/unusual signs
Your perspective warped by fear, bravado and your own
Pernicious nature, cleverly disguised as self preservation
And “love” of your fellow man.
Who are you to judge me?

You barely tolerate your own kind
Killing and plundering in the name of legends you
foolishly chose to deify.
It's amusing at best
Implored to love and cherish all in one breath 
and exhorted to annihilate your brother from 
a different mother in another.
Hardwired like a machine to believe in “something “
or nothing at all
You're confused son
It's all that hypocritical bullshit
So much for higher education and technology 
Speeding forward into the distant past.
Head planted firmly in your ass
It's amusing at best.

Barbarians?
Us?
Intergalactic sanguinary creatures, you say.
That's just too simple an answer.
You should know better.
Persnickety?
No doubt!
In every sense of the word
We're not that much different from you though
Just better!
A vastly superior version of the man in the mirror

Democracy at work
It's fucking bunkum
Call it what it is.
A cleverly disguised totalitarian getup
“Power” is in the hands of a few and
the rest of the crew has no clue,
skillfully duped into believing that they have...
A voice
Freewill 
A choice.
Smoke and mirrors
As long as they are happy and comfy
Nobody wants to see what's really under the bed
Their idea of freedom is a bird in an inconspicuous cage
A mirage
As real as a prop on a stage

See you on the outside looking in
Hiding in the shade
Listening
We're fully au fait with the system
Sooner or later you reap what you sow
How far underground can you go?
Mysterious vessels in the sky
Appearing in the blink of an eye
Shadows on every major city
Fear in every foolish heart
Hoping for a scripted movie ending
Stuck on Independence Day
Unfortunately…
The real world doesn't work that way
Crowded street, hundreds shopping, broad daylight
Cameras rolling
As they vanish from sight
Deafening silence and a cheesy cover story 
Hysteria and wholesale disobedience
Not a damn thing you can do
We know that too

Snippets on the news
The fat blowhards
Regurgitating the latest
Liberal and conservative views
They are comfortably ignorant
Your fellowmen
Chesty
Mired in their grandiloquence
Ripe for a searing gut-check
The kind you yourself got a while back.
Guess what?
The universe doesn't revolve around the latest fad,
your extravagant amenities, some omnipotent deity, 
or your “powerful” little country.
Wherever that may be.
You are not alone
Never has been, never will be
And in the big picture…
You aren't even a lowly bench player

See you on the outside looking in
Scheming
Waiting
The mouse that would be king
Ready whenever you are.
On the flip side
We inhale crisp cerise vapors and…
Exhale war

Scientia Est Potentia

Only if it brings you victory

Will it?