You won't help me lay the brick or fashion the stone.
You just lean on their crutch and pretend it's your backbone,
saying that all my seething and seeking is my own suicide,
that I'm digging my own grave and hiding away from life,
but how am I any better
than your own response?
We can't see we're are mirrors...
what have we done to us?
So now: to sever ties or transmute;
reconcile, escape or dispute?
To say fuck it all and walk away
or pretend piss is wine for another day?
What you consider hell has always been my refuge.
Should I fight my way out of line, or say fuck it, what's the use?
To their hell with the black and white options they made for us,
time to see through to the spectrum and reconstruct.
Death must come before you re-emerge,
so here's a last roll in the shit before I begin the purge;
a fall into the abyss to leave me for dead,
where I can heal wounds that have always bled.
But there is no good and evil beyond your head,
and so no justice inherent in this cosmic playpen.
No real gods to fear or devils to blame;
faith moves no mountains, its just insane.
So now: we've got a chance here to learn from history,
to make sense out of life in all its bliss and misery.
I'm so fucking sick of this kind of paranoia and irrationality,
of this play-dead, fight-and-flight,
passive, escapsit response.
There's such a better way that
we can make for us
and if you won't help me
lay the brick, or fashion the stone,
I'll make my own place
and do it all alone.
You just lean on their crutch and pretend it's your backbone,
saying that all my seething and seeking is my own suicide,
that I'm digging my own grave and hiding away from life,
but how am I any better
than your own response?
We can't see we're are mirrors...
what have we done to us?
So now: to sever ties or transmute;
reconcile, escape or dispute?
To say fuck it all and walk away
or pretend piss is wine for another day?
What you consider hell has always been my refuge.
Should I fight my way out of line, or say fuck it, what's the use?
To their hell with the black and white options they made for us,
time to see through to the spectrum and reconstruct.
Death must come before you re-emerge,
so here's a last roll in the shit before I begin the purge;
a fall into the abyss to leave me for dead,
where I can heal wounds that have always bled.
But there is no good and evil beyond your head,
and so no justice inherent in this cosmic playpen.
No real gods to fear or devils to blame;
faith moves no mountains, its just insane.
So now: we've got a chance here to learn from history,
to make sense out of life in all its bliss and misery.
I'm so fucking sick of this kind of paranoia and irrationality,
of this play-dead, fight-and-flight,
passive, escapsit response.
There's such a better way that
we can make for us
and if you won't help me
lay the brick, or fashion the stone,
I'll make my own place
and do it all alone.
