The Man

Time is a rye, in this ill world of lies we lead our lives, blinded by the tides unable to subside our undeniable flaws, our undeniable selfishness. The power of one...they say, they say The power of all, to become one That'll be the day, i say, i say. Confusion is instinctive, so fret on it not. Confusion is fed to us by the higher man The self-righteous "better" man This man is no man, but a coward and a thief. He feeds us fear The fear that keeps us from standing up and screaming, "No! No more!" Indigenous innocence has been stolen from the rightful hand of the common man. They will tell you, this you must: Work, stress, pay Pay, stress, work. And you listen, because of the fear. The fear is fed to us by the higher man, the greed driven "successful" man. I have but one question.... when, and how, did the village idiot find the power? We have made a mistake, my friends. No mistake is un-fixable though... Give it time Give it effort Give it hope The power will be given back in good time To the righteous, peaceful, honest man. This will be the day.