And nothing you can do.
Clear your reality,
The things you surely knew.
It’s time to face the truth.
Sheeplike conformity in the cult of dead.
To pasture..
Inward insanity - whether world is mad.
Born like the same kids to live.
Lick blood grain by grain and kneel.
Build models of the future fail.
But is there now another way?
It could not be understood.
Unwanted breaks through your door.
Only thieves in neighbourhood,
We have no thing to stay for.
How could it be? -
Keeping within the laws of the dumb.
Happiness to feel,
Dispersed in the lack of love..
Listen to the one who has died for us.
No place for outcasted.
Save yourself before time has passed,
So little time for answers.
Final reaction,
To make the purpose reached.
Laying distraction
On their spontaneous speech.
Young revelation,
Like a razors-touching wrist.
Late preparation
To what still not exist.
Born like the same kids to die.
We bleed and cry and crusify.
To free ouselves in last fight.
And then commit a suicide.
It would never be broken too,
While having no paint to draw.
Public liars there only stood,
We have no thing to stay for.
How could it be? -
Living the era of prejudices.
Sadness to conceal,
Locked in this local tragedy.
Listen to the one who has died for us.
No place for outsiders,
And no save for you, before moments passed.
So little time for questions.
A great combination of vapor and future funk. I love love love future funk! It takes me to my House and Disco roots. Much love to the Aloe Island Posse 💙🖤💜✌️ Dionysus Virus
this is the sound of the future, I can't say how many times I've wondered how my life would have been Bill and Lance and Myself kicking alien ass for once and for all, Earth, a peaceful place. jptj24