Is it yours to give away? Talk to my mother Talk to my father Talk to my grandparents They are all around When you speak to me You speak to them.
Don’t tell me that nothing you’ve done Has ever occurred before You build up your wisdom by stepping on graves But the memories are lasting Their impact lives on Though you cannot dream them And no one can speak them Every stake that you drive And the earth as you strive To hold and to plunder To make spoils for all Is a stake in the heart And your doom to your fall.
OK laugh at the nonsense Brush it aside But you will only walk as far As the weight that surrounds allows you to go If the weight is not noticed and the burden not told You’ll still carry the baggage You’ll carry for all And you will come down As the buildings do fall You will see clearly that nothing you do Can outshine history’s unmaking Of balance and form That exists quite apart and alive from your norm.
So consider that all that you do and perform Is balanced by all that you did to conform Is balanced by all that was given to you Is balanced by all that was taken away Is balanced by all the bloodshed and hate.
Step to your maker Dance your great dance At some point you will realize Just how deep is your trance Just how long you have strung out The punishment time How you have sidestepped the boundaries And outpaced the scorn But some day you will die And some day they will say That all that he did was undone in a day.
Crying myself to sleep Crying for the haves and have nots Crying for the dying and living Crying for life and death Crying for good times and bad times Crying to feel the pain.
I have nowhere to go and I’ve nothing to do I have nothing to hold onto and no one to see I am alone and naked scared and free I am crying to get back to some kind of unity I am separate from him separate from you I am separate from me from all that I do I know nothing now and think nothing less I find no answers and no judgment rules I take on each moment and watch for the next Always alert and prepared for the test.
Fear is the conqueror It overcomes all It knows not the boundaries Between heaven and hell It stalks us at night while we quietly rest It prowls round our houses and all that we quest Fear is our friend Our savior our god Worship it lightly Since it will conquer all Through fear peeks its mantra its all-knowing sense Together we change and then just dispense With our thoughts and our notions Our goodness and greed Our heavenly conceptions Our unending pain Just let it overcome us And wash away stain Fear is our garden our path and our lord Without fear we have nothing We are totally bored.
Guns are for playing They kill and they maim We have so much hate Stored deep in our brains We cannot escape the animal urge To mark our possessions And divide what spreads out To garner our share And others as well To spring above poverty To pull ourselves up With our head in the clouds And eyes in our butts It takes only one to tango And another to doubt A third to lay claim to all that’s without When violence has maimed and stolen and killed We jump up in arms to deliver a lesson To teach evil good To correct what is wrong and heavenly should Then war overcomes country And all are amazed That so much suffering must always take place.
It’s a cycle unbroken Through all history One man’s garden just looks a little bit green It is taken and twisted and given away To the holder of power The forces of sway Only one gun is necessary to make such a mess One gun and mind driven by greed and love of the time It takes two to fight it has always been said But one gun alone can deliver the dead When one gun does fire and push back the crowd One gun must answer to prevent complete shroud So what can we do if we’re never quite there One gun exists so we must take up our share One gun exists so we must bring the fight down One guns exists One hole in the heart One stab in the back One scream in the night Can we ever change this idiot fact That no one can rise ahead of the pack That we are all bound by similar laws That together we go And together we fall?
But wait We are won We are brought all together We can worship the same gods and look the same way We can spend all our money and it all flows straight up So happy we are with our ridiculous grins Shopping for crap that we can’t do without Crap that was nowhere when our parents were about Crap that is coming from everywhere around It’s keeping us lonely It’s dimming the sound.
The sound of the sirens alarms and the bells The sound of our freedom being sucked in the well The well of the wealthy the powered the clan Power seeks power It’s a natural fact When power is given it rarely comes back When power is stolen it fights with its might To retain what it has and expand its domain Power loves power It rules over men.