The forgotten remember
Thunderous sound of hooves beating down on
Miles of open plains
Four corners connected
In a never ending circle
The wheel spoke of the universe
Flying ships seen in the night sky
Above the pyramids
On their way to drop off and pick up
New refugees
The forgotten remember
Sacred secrets whispered round the fire
Old astrology given to us in a dream
So we could awake
The children
See the light that shines within us all
Bound to stars so we can be free
Look in the mirror and see
You are one of
The forgotten; remember?
We can pretend it’s slang for being crazy or something. But we know the truth. It means you went in a cup of shit. A 3-foot cup of shit. After being shrunk by a ray-gun. A half full cup of shit. (Or half empty.) That's in the corner of Steve's room. So it can be looked at. Or eaten. Your choice. You can do whatever you want with it.