Rememberance of Things to Come.
8/4/04
I woke on the edge of a cliff in the
darkness of tomorrow night
I looked behind me, saw billions of
blind led by a hundred blind...
There's something dreadfully wrong
in our small, crowded world today
that calls for re-evaluation;
a call to flush it all away.
Tradition and popularlity defines
the lines between wrong and right,
what is truth and what is lie,
but we can re-create our minds.
I woke up in the dawn a
million miles back today
pleading for a new direction, screaming,
there's got to be another way...
Still circa seven billion sheep trying
to sqeeze into the herd's ideals
marching behind their authorities,
so certain they know what's right and real.
And every structure is a house of cards
held up on a foundation of blind faith.
When beliefs mould our perceptions,
the `self evident' just has no case.
Our minds, so short-sighted and expedient
and hopelessly blind to the long-term effects
as we seek quick solutions to the riddle of the day,
deaf to the cries of the world just beyond their heads.
If we cannot wake up, how can we hope to survive?
We fear our own deaths, but can you really call this life?
I woke on the edge of a cliff in the
darkness of tomorrow night
I looked behind me, saw billions of
blind led by a hundred blind...
Then I woke up in the dawn a
million miles back today
pleading for a new direction, screaming,
there's got to be another way...
Ever-haunted by the dark decent I'd seen
hanging just below my feet,
the wind pushing at my back, the void,
hungry to swallow me...
8/4/04
I woke on the edge of a cliff in the
darkness of tomorrow night
I looked behind me, saw billions of
blind led by a hundred blind...
There's something dreadfully wrong
in our small, crowded world today
that calls for re-evaluation;
a call to flush it all away.
Tradition and popularlity defines
the lines between wrong and right,
what is truth and what is lie,
but we can re-create our minds.
I woke up in the dawn a
million miles back today
pleading for a new direction, screaming,
there's got to be another way...
Still circa seven billion sheep trying
to sqeeze into the herd's ideals
marching behind their authorities,
so certain they know what's right and real.
And every structure is a house of cards
held up on a foundation of blind faith.
When beliefs mould our perceptions,
the `self evident' just has no case.
Our minds, so short-sighted and expedient
and hopelessly blind to the long-term effects
as we seek quick solutions to the riddle of the day,
deaf to the cries of the world just beyond their heads.
If we cannot wake up, how can we hope to survive?
We fear our own deaths, but can you really call this life?
I woke on the edge of a cliff in the
darkness of tomorrow night
I looked behind me, saw billions of
blind led by a hundred blind...
Then I woke up in the dawn a
million miles back today
pleading for a new direction, screaming,
there's got to be another way...
Ever-haunted by the dark decent I'd seen
hanging just below my feet,
the wind pushing at my back, the void,
hungry to swallow me...
