Atmosphere - The Wind lyrics

"The wind that made the grain
Wave gently yesterday
Blows down the trees tomorrow"

It's nothing, it's only a little wind
A distinct somewhat discrete approach
To the maze come on
Keep up the pace you already won the race
Cute baby hamster let's try to
Make him run in place look at the wounds
It's destined to die soon
And the way I see it
We're obligated to eat it so treat it
With grins while it's standing
On it's last limbs feed it to fatten it up
For when the feast begins
I drew the blueprints out on
The sidewalk with chalk
So when the rain starts they won't
Be able to read our plans
And I'm compiling a list of demands
So let me get a show of fists and
Hands to see who's down with the program
Party over here free love
Free truth, free care, care free
Bring your whole crew affair
Freedom of speech and thought
Scot free, free your mind
Forgot to pack a spine? Feel
Free to borrow mine
I'll be the thorn in the side of drama
Comma it's cool because we died with honor
Comma
Don't worry -honey I ain't goin' hurt you
I'm just trying to strip you of your
Pride and your gear and your virtue

It's not clear proceed with caution
Cause fear, is no longer an option

And maybe
And maybe my issues are not your issues
But everyone has to sleep
And everybody carries weight
You can't escape regret
But you might regret escape
If you closed your eyes and held
It would you recognize the shape?
Regardless, give my regards
To the inner child that managed to break
Free from the confines of
This skull sized cell
The taming of the shrew, the high hopes fell
The shaming of the true made
Your own private hell
And maybe I'm not here for you to listen to
And I'm not here to steer
You just share my vision
Maybe drop a hint or two
Maybe a few opinions
Maybe learn from you by watching
You and studying your positions
The mission started off as nothing but
Better living instead of giving truth
Better living was found
Through keeping secrets
Enlist me as a crunch
Spreading the message of funk
Lettin' the rest of the spunk
Clog their veins with that junk all limp
Swingin' like the willows in the wind
Moving like the mountains
When Armageddon begins
Vampires you're all a bunch of demons
When you talk I close my eyes
It sounds like your screamin'

I no longer have the patience to
Deal with most of these patients
Ignore the preferences and relevance
To they favorites
I look for love and I identify deceit
Within the facial structure of every
Human being I meet
I can smell your contempt when
You enter the chamber
So I act apprehensive and
Pretend that there's danger
As I watch from the tower
Everyone looks like ants
They all scramble to be appears
As if as they dance
Well for all of y'all keeping y'all in hell
I'm only tryin' to help peace
Out to one self and if I did have a car
I would speed down the road
Until I reached my goal or my engine explodes

The glass was half full so I drank it
I got impatient and anxious as I
Was waiting for the raffle
And when they drew the number
It pulled me under
Cause I was sitting on the seven
Which had never made the entrance

"The wind that made the grain
Wave gently yesterday
Blows down the trees tomorrow"