My mind has been to places that my body never has
Under a different sun
The hope I feel is real
as real as the days to come
There's a thunder deep inside of me, discrete, opaque and true
It hides beneath a sky of brackish white and blue
There's no force in nature
akin to what we have
We'll pull the rug from under it
Unmake the rules that govern it
Escape oppressive diligence
Create a world worth living in
Red, still red... and nothing lost.
Fabled are the fortunes but real are the costs
I don't break easy but
this is harder than it seems
In a uniphonic world we work for free
We march to the drums of banks and militaries
Our transcendence is the
existence of abstract thought
We'll pull the rug from under it
Unmake the rules that govern it
Escape oppressive diligence
Create a world worth living in
We'll become catasonic
We'll leave the praying to the saints
We'll become catasonic
And break free of these constraints
In love we'll trust
and love we must

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