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Epic Season
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The Current
What are we looking for? Where the ocean meets the shore Where all the answers were before What are we looking for?
In this land, we want, we sell our soul Every man for himself has taken its toll The endless pursuit of happiness
-has ended so lost in loss. I guess that's where the questions began What is the wrench in our psychotic plan? Is the blame on big people with all their big money, -the pious and the strong with their wine and their honey? When we look past the facades, all the walls, all the steeples We find that the monster's being fed by the people of the middle, of the church, Of the taverns, and the street Making love with ourselves and prolonging this beat On the drum of the lost and the head of the blind And then we wonder why we're flat-lined?
We trust the game to the players that we've cast Their political agendas and the rights that they pass
When they fail to prove and save our souls We shove them and throw them to the wolves We lift the person who never needs any hand Then we kick them when they fall and fail to stand The fear of the unknown clings to us like a fungus The undead infestation is already among us We try to rationalize everything that we don't know As if the answer to the universe is simply forty-two Just maybe if we open, let our hearts begin to bleed Just maybe if we admit that we are empty and we need for others To extend their hand and break into our hearts Cause we can't love another and not be torn apart But is it what we really want, all the giving, all the dying? Or when we say that we want life, are we just lying? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
This is not the end. We are no further gone.
We just never woke up, never tasted the dawn Now don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that the truth is found In any concept with its windows and its pews No. This hatred has fought down Every new reformation, each new sight and new sound Religion is the one that crusaded and abused That same idea murdered six million Jews He has stolen many lives, strapped bombs to his chest He has taken many names, never stops, never rests He has whispered his lies into the air So many have believed and kicked out their own chair No. Hope in not found in religion Hope is not found in belligerent institution The truth in the illusion of the endless darkness is that It's only as endless as our blind eyes make it up So wake it up. Let breath fill your lungs are we looking for a concept, or a person?
So this is life, not to have, but to hold For no real treasure is plated in gold Just how much are you willing to lose? What will you give to allow them to choose? Will you lay your own life down for your brothers even while they are still- Screwing your sisters and your mothers- and your sons and your daughters? Will you step up and father The fatherless and widows while they're caught in the cauterizing pain That callouses so many weary minds Will you step in and draw them or leave them behind? I'm not saying we can do this in our own volition But with crazy Love as our sole ammunition It goes so far beyond what is normal But who are we to say what is?
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