Deca - Bedrock lyrics
[Deca - Bedrock lyrics]
Strange bird calls in a gently echoing space
Hey!
Let’s dig until we hit the bedrock
Life is but a dream
A way station to the next stop
Less talk, more direct shots to your breadbox
While despots turn the third
Rock into a sweatshop
We need room to breathe
Sustenance for the soul
See the forest for the trees
Feel the planets push and pull
A few took a step and shook the globe
Somewhere off thе crooked
Road facin’ tribulations out the Book of Job
The aim’s to clip cast a nеt strings attached
Hell’s bells toll when you
Let your dreams lapse
On the quest for greenbacks where kings clash
Set the scene, think fast
Catch a flash of light and let the ink splash
Here we are passed the point of no return
Nerves frayed
Shocked watchin’ while the world slowly burns
The flesh turns to compost to ashes in an urn
Flowers for the fallen
Food to feed the maggots and the worms
Pause and reflect
Jolted out of sleep with death’s
Claws on my neck
There’s tattered rags waving in
The dawn’s early light
And swine pointing pistols at a
Song bird in flight
The empire’s unhinged, the eagle’s all bones
And wolves guard the global
Henhouse we call home
Their mind’s eye closed as
Their power drive grew
But they’ll never sap the essence
From a flower like you
Once upon a sci-fi plot
Shocked by the prospect of lying in a
Pine box we saw the sky drop
The latest pretext to peek
Inside of my thoughts
And treat the huddled masses like livestock
A wasteland of group thought
And countless psyops where pryin’ eyes watch
And use fear to clear the
Styes and the blindspots
Red and blue association games
Machiavellian methods and tools to short
Circuit the able brain
We wake up for a sec they
Rock us back to sleep
Quantify our habit's feed the
Data to the beast pull strings
Turn the public square into a circus
And salt psychic wounds that
Fester beneath the surface
It’s all going smooth as tumbled stone
Place one in the slingshot and aim
It at Goliath in the Thunderdome
Troubadour taught to place faith
In love alone blood and bone
Driven from the land of milk and honeycomb
Pause and reflect
Jolted out of sleep with death’s
Claws on my neck
There’s tattered rags waving in
The dawn’s early light
And swine pointing pistols at a
Song bird in flight
The empire’s unhinged, the eagle’s all bones
And wolves guard the global
Henhouse we call home
Their mind’s eye closed as
Their power drive grew
But they’ll never sap the essence
From a flower like you
The fledglings begin to exercise
Their well-feathered wings
By the time they can fly they will
Be able to feed from flowers