Rising from the tide, a Kraken cloaked in wisdom, propagates his lies, For love of living death... As faith in leaders falter and dolequeues stretch for snakelike miles Untruths in unwritten law annihilate imagination Hope becomes a process, the intravenous feed Thats bound in tune with progress in dialectic comedy Problems rise in culture, where contradictions known to breed And puppeteers unquestioned string up the masses in their sleep These guardians of comfort and selfishness decreed Will deify convenience at all expense of every human need The Lies that bind are lies unbinding... More demagogues emerging, the paradise parade begins Everything is perfect, and time is all we need to save And just as oceans swallow, all ships that sink in time This spectacle will crumble, from false and illconceived design These fragile frames are breaking, and knots will soon come undone The bloody fields of history have yet another war to come... As chants turn into anthems, and shouts turn into battle cries The statues of their heroes gone, crack and yield to newborn human lives Tired of marching to their tune in time, the gears of oppression have ceased No light at the end of the production line show us that this lifes worth living Books are burning in the night, where consciousness is laid to rest Another dream falls out of sight...and what have we to show for this?
tune, dolequeues, unbinding, illconceived, snakelike