30 years ago, society believed that no price was to high, we thought that industry could come at any cost. We cannot afford to pay that price any more. So finally my journey ends And through this wound my soul can mend Guilt is my blood Im being drained This is my home, I will stay... ...inside! Theres always someone inside Fighting to get outside The knowingrightfromwrong side Our home is inside! Ive travelled the world around In search for some Grail of mine How could I be so blind? It was always hereinside I have only some weeks to give But at last... I live Lifes just a line of situations A matter of occasions And mystic correlations The work of a Machine! Here in a world split to nations We fail to see the relations Between the Wheel and the Machine And of the scars were leaving... ...inside! I swear theres someone inside Fighting to get outside Just give it all an hour By the Concrete Lake! I dread the day my children will ask me why. I dread the day when I will have to explain to them that people thought it was acceptable to destroy the environment so that we could have jobs. I dread the day I will have to explain to my brighteyed Joshua, who talks to dogs and listens to the grass screaming, that we were all to busy driving fast cars, rushing our children off to daycare, and finding seniors homes to our grandparents and listening to the ringing of cash registers. We were all too busy to hear the grass screaming.
dread, busy, inside, grass, explain