Sacred Lyrics

• We'd all like some praise
• But by the same token
• We'd all like to stay in line;
• Idle, fake notions
• Obliged to, aspired to
• And while we stay hoping
• Our time's due
• Must be a fine day approaching
• Waiting for a minor sign or vague omen
• A bright ray of light
• Or a shiny gate opening
• No one keeps an eye on the prize;
• Fate frozen
• There's no peace-of-mind trying to wait while the game's loading;
• Seize the controller
• Apply your mind to the grind like breaking up meat with your molars
• Sometimes I feel many people are soulless
• Beauty isn't in the eye, it's in beliefs of the holders
• Engraved on their being
• So in a sense when they only crave greater status they’re a slave to what they’re seeing
• God fearers are afraid to stop believing
• Similarly others stay blinking
• So they can block their demons
• It’s all the same;
• Just a different way of stopping reason
• From prevailing;
• People stop and change with the seasons
• And squander meaning
• Talking of God and heathens
• We’re all the same faceless flock on our way to obsoletion now

• Does someone have to explain it?
• What’s bad and what is sacred?
• ‘Cuz life’s what you make it
• And once it’s done you can’t change it

• They’re howling in their lairs
• They’re barking at the moon
• There’s people out there
• With no marbles left to lose
• Men and women seldom in a calm and pleasant mood
• With pressure bringing tension no balm can ever soothe
• Cracking under strain
• Ravished with a pain
• ’til they’re acting pretty strange;
• Making animals look tame
• Incapable of hate, love embarrassment or shame
• Strangers in a cave struggle out their living days
• The city bustles
• It's a shimmering huddle of twitching muscle
• Little wonder some become a bit befuddled
• People live in bubbles
• Keeping their opinions muzzled
• Restricted vision with a filtered funnel
• Facts remain obscure;
• Lines are blurred
• Every notion of emotion is enclosed in signs and words
• With no alternative you might prefer
• You better go set your mind at work
• Or prepare to spend some nights on curbs
• Fluorescent coats
• Ties and shirts
• Whatever the dress code
• The prize, or the dirt
• We’re fighting of thirst before our final merge
• Under piles of earth with no feeling left in our final nerve

• Does someone have to explain it?
• What’s bad and what is sacred?
• ‘Cuz life’s what you make it
• And once it’s done you can’t change it

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