Deca - Clay Pigeons lyrics
[Deca - Clay Pigeons lyrics]
The mind of
Men has produced the modern world
We have learned how to release
Vast sources of energy
And we've learned how to
Make wonderful machines
That can travel around the world
In a few days
All this has brought humanity under the
Action of immensely strong material forces
We do not dominate these forces
They dominate us
Lifе on Earth is getting more
And more complicatеd every generation
There's no room for the inner life
Back to work
Separatin' grassroots from astroturf
As half-truths they try to pass
Off as facts emerge
Keep me tethered to the ground
Bring me back to Earth
When I blast off and take my
Place in the galactic church
I'm tryin' to grasp light
And dark's vacillations
In a white room with black
Curtains at the station
Cream makes the world spin
Like Dervishes and Daytons
And leads men astray into
The serpent's machinations
With strictures and cave wall
Flicks to hypnotize
I eat my daily tripe with bare hands
It's undignified
The mantra on the cloven tongue
Of Mammon's like nails
On a chalkboard inside the stomach
Of a white whale
Eyes poppin' out the sockets
Watching profit's line pockets
And the price of
Bought-and-sold souls skyrocket
Walk a road wrought with skulls
Not with gold
Fraught with signs, roadblocks
And obstacles that defy logic
Life's a package deal
You take the beautiful days with dark nights
And dance with Maya in the starlight
It's alright, we wax and we wane
There's wildflowers growing from the
Cracks in my brain
Dry your eyes, revitalize, alive and well
Practicin' my aim by a grave of fireflies
That fell like Simon Magus from the sky
And hit the ground (What do you think is
Falling down? Down, down, down)
Right as rainfall
Sent to pacify the violent flames
Hydroplaned on torrential teardrops
A crying shame
Find your lane, find the book of life
Sign your name
Lose your way, hit creative brick walls
Times have changed
Is it art or artifice? Sleight of hand
Parlor tricks?
Arsenic or medicine? Hell-bound
Or heaven-sent? Sound the sirens
We're here on Earth stranded
Where the seeds of my present
Pathos were first planted
If words are weapons
I'll address and press every issue
And spit bullets that'll rip
Through your connective tissue
The priest in garb gave us sin
Fire and brimstone
And said it's either Devil's nectar or
Holy water to wet your whistle
But love alone can turn
Thistles into daffodils
So no dogma for me, thanks, I had my fill
Had my fill of powder, black tar, acid, pills
Catholic guilt and runnin' from my problems
Like it's track and field
Life's a package deal
You take the beautiful days with dark nights
And dance with Maya in the starlight
It's alright, we wax and we wane
There's wildflowers growing from the
Cracks in my brain
Dry your eyes, revitalize, alive and well
Practicin' my aim by a grave of fireflies
That fell like Simon Magus from the sky
And hit the ground (What do you think is
Falling down? Down, down, down)