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Smashed and broken, left to die,
The fear is ripping us apart,
Humanitys mentality is no hive,
Pack animals with no heart.
Crammed into our cities,
Too many versus the few,
Natural selection in reverse
Unite the voice askew.
By the power,
By the power of greyskull
Cut me adrift, I don’t want this,
Mankind left drifting in the wake,
Raging against the machine,
We built to correct our mistakes,
Destroying global dominance,
Only the strong will live,
Mother Earth has died inside,
So don’t forget and don’t forgive.
By the power,
By the power of greyskull.
Destroying global dominance,
Only the strong will live,
Mother Earth has died inside,
Don’t forget and don’t forgive.
By the power,
By the power of greyskull.
The Destruction Of Self
BY THE POWER of your own mind, conjure an image of your own perfect world, whether it be a utopia of beautiful rolling hills on a high summer's day or a world set in the apocalyptic near future terror state, comatose under the all-seeing eye of SUPERCRUISER 5, your picture is your own. Personal heavens and hells. Two Universes, the exterior we merely participate in, but the interior, through dreams, controls self.
FROM ASHES of thoughts explode memories of a better time, lost primordial stirrings control the heart, and every beat is slower than the last. A jagged fluctuating line is this life, a cardiograph of ups and downs. The rise and fall, the highs and lows, the peaks and troughs. UP. down UP. down.
Why not take the lows and hide them deep within the MINISTRY OF LOVE? Every single day the truth becomes ever twisted, entwining truths and untruths into an impenetrable mass of confused enegy and intelligence lies dormant beside the decomposing corpse of hope. But all hope is not lost! Even the man on the street, pin stripe suit, briefcase in hand, has the primordial blueprint to realise, on reflection, that EVERYTHING IS ANIMAL.
Even the SMOOTH TALKER sat next to you on the plane, on the bus, has the capability to realise his dreams, to leave behind this 21st century silent slave culture. Slaves to the Government, slaves to hope lost.
HEARTS AND MINDS can work in unison to realise our dreams, but to break free we need to break the machine of oppression, destroy the pitter-patter, the clanking of the daily grind. A nine to five grey oblivion. Free the mind and the heart will follow, one beat at a time.
So as you sit there on a grey sunday, a RAINY DAZE envelops you and tries to drag you deep down into the depths of your mind, to make you comatose, ignorant and the weight of the world weighs your shoulders down...
Depression...
Remember this,
The FORGOTTEN ENEMY is ourselves...
Free the mind and the heart will follow...
Writen by Dave sealey 2004/05.
