hippy song
push away your problems
like the squatter in Happy Park
if you ain't look no there
rubber ghastly solitude
die in a sea that trembles
cry on a land
that's sinking through our hands
you've pointed
ridiculed society
listening to the sound of silence
no way your gonna rescue me
...
... or he, nor she
our paths been trodden, all fortunes met,
the way is foul, net
having listened the gates of doom are sex
the end awaits us, it isn't near
you see us hurry
it's as if we don't like it here
born as a native child we bite our mother
chopped down mountains and quarried trees,
thats not enough, we don't like one another
and the earth bleeds
inflict the wound
watch her bleed
you remember, still perceive it here,
how animalkind used to be as you could see
all freedoms free
but no, to no use this was to be,
we developed a system for quicking things up
no patience was left
so the pace went up another notch
until everything cracks down,
over and under our f****d up little heads
