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Let your mind wander. Look beyond the shadows. Focus on the skyline,. Read the silhouettes. Your deepest desires. are a picture of tomorrow. All your darkest fears.
There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner. With long division and writing crop. Anybody can feel like a winner. When it's served up piping hot.
There are desperate times upon us, there are codes of white and black. Political resentment and people start to crack. There's hate and opposition, there's fumbling dialog.
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There's the image of a man. Who commands a high opinion. But he hides his hatred with a sheepish grin. And beside him flanking closely. Are the boisterous hollow masses.
In this world today there ain't nobody to thank. Just blame it on the kids and toss 'em into the tank. And if they yell for justice we'll hide them from the light.
I don't really care what other people may say. I've gotta go on living my life anyway. Everything is golden, everything's for sale. I'm done with unsubstantiated fairy tales.
It's a matter of prescience. No not the science fiction kind. It's all about ignorance. And greed and miracles. For the blind. The media parading,. Disjointed politics.
Hey see, there's a girl. Who's afraid of the world so she stays at home. Also a boy. Who seems so lost in his joy, he's all alone. . The camera's on them, they're in the land of competition.
Everywhere I look I see. Exclusive huddled uninviting. Shelter is a privilege. Of the sane and competent. . Kerosene keeps me warm. I'm alone to watch it burn.
Ladies and gentlements (hand clapings)of the comunity of angels. I'd like to share a little something we've done.... . Joy to the world. The Lord is come.
Hoarding turns allure to discontent. Altruism's a grind all it's own. Morning makes you know your in a cell. But love is just as pure as you both. . Because it's reciprocal,.
You never know that feeling till you try. That healing feeling can turn you all about. And you can see the second wave of life. That losers triangle sets you down and out.
it's a long way to the promised land. so you'd better well know your way. where's a ship on the ocean. and an albatross who is trying to lead you astray.
Automatons with business suits swinging black boxes. Sequestering the blueprints of daily life. Contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual.
The wheat waving next to you is healthy and so fine. As is dinner with your loved ones everyday. But your routine is changeless through the decades of your life.
Now here I go, hope I don't break down. I won't take anything, I don't need anything. Don't want to exist, I can't persist. Please stop before I do it again.
Individuals run for cover for the multitudes of thoughtless clones. Have reached a critical mass, have reached a critical mass. Individuals hide in fear undercover, sheltered by the wafer.
Mother, father. Look at your little monster. I'm a hero, I'm a zero. I'm the butt of the worst joke in history. . I'm a lock without a key, a city with no door.