Internal images,
Scattered within translucent thought.
Order amongst the chaos of the psyche.
The external
dilapidation,
A tribute to their world of regression.
I pour forth my scorn,
To the dominion of slaves.
Bound by
blindness.
Their fear of the unknown,
Is greater than the price of ignorance.
The changing face of humanity.
A
different face for each occasion.
Remove the mask and see the vacant stare.
The mask is all they know....
Behold the
sight,
The irony of it all.
Everything is true,
In the dimension of dreams.
Their dirge wrought through the chains
of insecurity.
The common-trod path leads to oblivion (trampled by fools),
The path that is built remains strong.
The
valour of perception,
Is bestowed upon few.
[Lyrics-Greg,1995/96]
[Music-Steve,1995/96]