It's really quite easy to break the state of sleazy control-just get up and walk away
from the theocracy that thieves you of this glorious day
the thesis that keeps us weak as a meek mindnumbed mass, kissing the asses of a crookedly
constructed upper class,
ceaselessly searching for the lookingglass which we fell through
where it's all a game. insane.
and we just want to go home. home.
that instinct within us we always hone in on but can't seem to find
we've been looking and looking,
but it's right here, where it's been all the time.
He didn't believe it
he didn't even see it coming.
he was so focused on numbing his mind with
mad dash down brightly lit aisle,
filling his carts and drawers
and wardrobes and closets
with all this boring clothing and
dumpy diors and sick perfumes
and more more more and
he needed more room
in which to store
While more kids in the projects grew up with violence
and kids in Africa didn't grow up at all.
We're here to adhere to a hearing of each other
so come join us and follow, suits you too!
O, it's been hollow inside... it's not callow, we're strong!
so swallow your pride and come join us in song
and we'll dance and we'll jest
cause we all want the best,
we've got zip and some zest
and the time to invest and
we quest for the courage to
come and encourage and nurture and
nourish and grow and flourish and growl and kiss
and howl at this disemboweling system
that's twisting our wrists.
and we're all sick of this, and so
listen to wisdom and what's in your gut
come on everybody, get out of your rut!
Cold towers darken the sky
we're reaching for the sun,
burning our wings, like Icarus
fauna and flowers perish and die,
purchasing extinction, buying more things
A distinction must exist between the value of a golden ring
and a living thing
an inclination must persist
to preserve and not profligate
to conserve and not fill our plates
with perniciously produced products.
let's prolifically reduce
how much we use
and end this oddest desire
to waste and expire
the races that cry for
places to lie in and not
to die in.
for in the end, submitting to sin is so gutless and out,
and learning to love is what life's about.
What passions and ceremonies are bred from the voice of ethereal nature?
what beauties of custom are created as souls cede to the whim of a wistful spirit?
we intuit it in our fibre, pulled onwards together, forever
we express our dedication to a divine diety
we respect her revelations placed timely in our society
we caress and embrace to progress the races, basking in sage and sacred stars.
There are some people who doubt this,
generally those who by no fault of their own are mired in misinformation
but commitment to change is instant, all it takes is the tug of a tender string.
It takes a small act of compassion to induce a reaction.
you must demand dialogue
you must draw it out of people, like stones bleed.
stones do bleed
the earth bleeds
A fevered belief is nascent
where humanity is not adjacent to profit
No prophet here, for each and every one of us fights for each other.
we smother another with hugs and weed smoke
and we hope to provoke the joke which has yoked us, broke us, indebted us eternally,
and we all feel this internally, an infernally spiraling helix of hell in our bellies
Noxious. Shit's fucked
watch this shift yup
as we dismantle a devious disease
and retract egregious greed from our consciousness. We're onto shit.