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Clay Pigeons
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Deca
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The creative power working through 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 profits 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)
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