Where It Leads Iii

Embrace by letting go, remember while forgetting turn fire to ice, pay the price for something free and just let me be in my little world of insanity: where gravity collides with space, fish swim in it where time runs backwards and your birth is death the wisdom of and old age slowly vanishing as years pass you become younger and younger; stronger and stronger until you begin to wonder, what are these things I'm looking at tiny hands, tiny feet, the final hour of defeat in a fetal position you lie in bed, unaware, uncertain tick-tock; nothing more than a stain; vanished, gone where the absurd is normal and only the informal is deemed sane, the insane run the show, while it may seem hectic even the skeptic accepts all opinions without doubt where the Sun shines darkness and all are afraid of the light because it just might reveal their lightest secrets where the Moon smiles because when it's in an eclipse for a glimpse of an hour it holds hands with Earth, reunited at long last, escaping the shadows of the past - only sadness lurks there, the Moon, the Moon, living without a care Hold me go, let me tight, freeze the ice, burn the glow of snow let me tight, hold me go Siht ecalp si ton rof em! The essence of silence shadowed by the roar of the storm voices of the just silenced by the shouts of the idiots, Dance my little marionettes, trade your freewill for the comfort of a warm couch and a TV, be obedient and wash your brain don't question just accept, don't evolve just slightly adapt don't use your potential just be a small part of the sequential flow of data once you bend the way we want you to, all is good An aggressive approach indeed, the question is where does it lead BAM goes the stamp - you've been rejected, ejected from society the black sheep of a deluded reality, some sort of a fail revolutionary a stationary passenger waiting for the bus of conspiracy What a meager attempt from a conspiracy buff- The painful truth be told,the less intelligent the people are the easier they can be controlled, the greater the amount of idiots shouting, less is the chance of the just to be heard Absurd, ABSurd, ABSURD!!! Quiet down my children, follow the Shepherd back to the herd the lonely Sheep is bound to be eaten by the Wolf.