Capture the moment,
the dream,
the soul.
Fire in a bottle,
love
out of control.
The world will deceive you;
that’s a certainty.
We’ll fail each other,
in every way.
We’ll kill our brothers
and call it “Victory”,
and not miss a step
to our deaths,
isn’t life a tragedy.
I think we’re missing the point
of this.
I think we’re all tied up
in some kind of
bullshit.
I don’t think we’re thinking clear,
I think that we’ve been drugged,
I think that we’ve been raped,
I thing we’re slaves,
because;
I don’t see one free mind,
I see a victim’s face
when I look in the mirror;
I don’t see one disgrace.
I see a life of horrors,
I see a prisoner’s skin,
I see a addict’s eyes,
I see a dead man’s grin.
And on every device
I see a blood pact made
with a dominion formed
by our adversaries.
Corralled and branded we
march to the beat of drums
that all lead us to war,
but we all just to numb
to see the way out lies
in our own thoughts and minds.
It’s in our hearts and hands,
the best defence
is to fight.
Please,
don’t give up, yet.
Tomorrow is still coming.
It’s up to us to make sure
that the Sun
shines on the world
and not the ashes of us.
-HG
