if you are quite still
you can almost hear
the sound of machines

of fear
of chaos
of hell

voices in his head
telling him to ****
and by force of will
to build
an empire of the dead

sacrifice it all
this time no one wins
even those left standing when
the dominoes fall

life is a candle
in the hand of a madman
and if you are still you can
feel the Earth tremble

I see the world
unraveling
the future
hanging by a thread

I try to memorize the spring
I hope I never will forget

the joy and hope
of innocence
new life
in the trees
on the ground

I try to walk
the Fool's calm steps
to face the sky
and not look down

my love for you
has grown
deep into my soul

that's the truth

I want to climb it
high into the sky

and at the same time
I want to tear it out
by the root

I'm tired of playing the fool
waiting for you
wasting my youth
chasing you
lost in space
like a wild goose chasing the Moon

I'm tired of wasting my time
hating you
when I'm the one who keeps choosing to lose
choosing to water a vine with no fruit

but my soul has grown too
it has grown around you

and you are oh so close to the core
evermore
too deep for me to move

we've read this story
we know how it ends

we learn this lesson
again and again

time after time
after time till the end

till no one learns anything
ever again

this experiment was done
not so very long ago
it showed us the way that we
do whatever we are told

they believed they gave him shocks
until he made no more sound
even those who walked away
did not try to shut it down

I think that it goes to show
who we really are inside
not just "them" but all of us
who pretend we could decide

we want to believe that we
have some different kind of brain
NO ONE TRIED TO SHUT IT DOWN
and we follow just the same

we do not love war
for war does not love

we bear our own life
we share our own blood

our power runs deep
deeper than your sword

silence is our violence
we do not need yours

can you feel it

the tension
of the uncertain

a faint electric current
just under the surface
a half second deep

and half sleeping we keep
our third eye
on the timeline

waiting
for the silence to break