the end of days is finally here
and not as bad as we had feared
it seems the path, at last, is clear
I saw it on the news today
finger-pointing’s gone away
I guess with no one left to blame
television blindly saves
it showed us who we are today
it’s prime time now,sit back and pray…
did we get here by ourselves
or with the help of something else
I think instructions could have helped
the end of days is finally here
and not as bad as we had feared
it seems the path at last is clear…
wholly disregard this if
it doesn’t it really matter
what I think.
what I think?
plastic eyes
where goes your stare?
forgotten smiles
you do not speak of
yet
they’re all on you
do you know to
hold on, or
do you need to
push away?
it’s all in you
wholly disregard this
if it doesn’t really matter
what I think.
but what I think is…
it’s all in you,
all on you
and in all you do
something is wrong
here
if true,
what does it mean
to you?
and really, why dream
of lies
and scheme
to try to hold on to
a bunch of nothing?
something is wrong
here
it’s true
everything now
in you
is telling you how
to move
and if you buy in that you
will be someone…
someday
something is wrong
here…
(break)
something is wrong…
something is wrong here
you say that it’s nothing but
I know what I see
(leave it alone man, leave it alone)
and it’s not like it’s something that
I want to believe
(leave it alone, man leave it alone)
tell me the truth and
it might set you free…but
leave it alone? I won’t leave it alone. I can’t leave it alone…
something is wrong here
it’s true,
you’ve figured it out,
there’s proof
that once you began to see
and hear,
all of your fears and tears
these years bought you nothing
something is wrong, ‘hear?
the route to evil
begins with thee.
you see no crime
so there’s no crime to be seen, and
since you don’t give a fuck about what we need, ooh…if I had an evil streak in me I’d…
(break)
there’s something in the eyes
of others I’ve seen that
I don’t mind saying, they
gives me the creeps and
besides, I don’t give a fuck about “why?”, and maybe sometimes I’ll smoke some kind so that
I don’t give a fuck about
wants or needs, but
I got to get a few of those things for me…
We live for tomorrow,
just like you’ll be taught to.
They give us all a purpose,
but we need meaning in this life
c- and, I want a better place for our little ones.
Only we can make ours a better world, but
we stand by divided,
letting the little things pass us by.
c- I’m convinced of better days, of a better way,
because we all have something yet to be…
break
This is what they were expecting,
what they’ve been counting on all along.
Issues we’re not addressing, like,
where leads the path that we’re walking on?
Just wait until tomorrow,
when you can’t help but break the law.
c- With their noose drawn tight enough to make you cough
tell me when, exactly, is enough, enough?
heartbreak, heartbreak
oh, woe to thee
all the things that make a lie,
cross your fingers, hope to die
promises that no one could keep
if it wasn’t me, it might be them…
you can’t be gamed if hustlin’
least that’s what they say on the ‘street
the time we have…
make it last
what they say to comfort you,
and promises, don’t make it true
it takes much more than just your belief
behind their smiling countenance
beats a heart of affluence
never knowing nothin’ ’bout need
heartbreak, heartbreak
past the point of strugglin’
it’s time to task these lesser men
of words to action, not to do as they please
heartbreak, heartbreak
the time we have…make it last
When even understanding won’t give us some peace, perhaps some directions could give us relief. Everyone believes that theirs is the “way”. If you had the words, tell me, what would they be?
Common sense, possessed by so very few that even those with power don’t have a clue. Though someone once said this is not ours to keep, what do we do, we fight for our piece…
The simplest of notions…brainwashed away. So much for so many turned to ruins and waste.
now that things are clearer
nearer the source
I found you bound by sound singing with one voice
and then I felt it…
just like you
when beats meet bump a body’s got to move
the floor is crawling
truly alive
each step I take brings me back to the first time…
ooh that’s a body high
how I came to be here?
I had no choice.
I followed ’round the sound until I found the source
and then I felt it…
so did you
when beat met bump what more could we do?
the floor was calling
crawling with life
each time we moved brought me back to the last time…
ooh that’s a body high
of course it’s good to be here
and hear your voice
some sounds know no bounds
and fill the world with joy
tell me, why must we hesitate?
must we accept our fate as something we deserve?
I know it’s hard to concentrate,
they keep us so sedate needing, wanting more
are you trying to expose your ‘self’?
is this the you you’d hoped to be?
and so it must be that all is well,
living a life you hardly believe…
wake up, greeting a brand new day
full of potential waste, wanting it to end
are you trying to express yourself?
are these the words you thought you’d need?
although it might read that ‘all is well’
you’re living the lie they let you believe (and)
we hold these truths to be words
that do not reach us while
we the people are consumed by
loss of reason
are you trying to expand your ‘self’?
yes, there’s still time for you to proceed
and though it seems like you’ve been through hell,
‘least you lead life how you chose to lead it!
Not quite expressive; oppressive but…shallow?
Omniscient impotence coagulates fluid movement,
dries potential under magnification.
No need for inscription (a classic description)
preserved. Predictable behaviors aside
(white man, hardly alive). Lifetime subscription
to non-persecution, nears it’s end.
Set backs? Relax, avoidance of flack, hardly
a new game for you. As you turn on the tube
and sift through the news, you see with a need,
a need to believe…the hype they feed to you.
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