One nightmare I had a dream, a dream of a terrible exhibit.
I was at a camp where nightmares grew, a place evil and ridged.
A profound impression was left on me,
the simplest of it all was the shoes in block 5.
The simplicity of it all seemed crazy,
this place called Auschwitz where I wandered in disbelief.
Imagine if such evil was in power today
with access to all our technology.
Cattle for the slaughter, they would slaughter us all,
their hate-filled solution for the innocent soul.
Human beings are inherently cruel this exhibit rang sadly true.
Fascism with applied biology, a profound impression to say the least.
The simplicity of it all seemed crazy,
a room full of shoes, battered and abused,
a room full of shoes from dead babies.
A profound impression was left on me.
This place called Auschwitz
where I wandered in disbelief.

Divine Minds Transcend

We must follow the trail of crumbs, the crumbs of celestial static.
Hold on to the secret truth, it's time to follow the white rabbit.
Down, down the rabbit hole where it leads few will ever know.

I am not what I was, I was what I will never be again,
I found myself on the outside of a mirror looking in.
An enemy betraying a friend, and then my mind was shattered. Worthless fears crumble to the floor, then the transformation began.

We are mindless souls bouncing off one another
until the gears fit and the machine begins to thrive.
Together the powers united can be a force greater then life,
the truth that leads us separately to a place our souls are defined.
Not by the conflicted mind but by the spirit that resides inside,
break through the dimensional barrier
as time and the universe collide.

I am not here to control you, I am not here to pass judgment.
I am not here to behold you, I am here to join you in flight.
I am not like the others, like you, I am bound by destiny,
connected sisters and brothers, the story is ours to write.

We must follow the trail of crumbs, the crumbs of celestial static.
Down, down the rabbit hole, it's time to follow the white rabbit.

Picture yourself unemployed, your life now in bin bags
With no home, no car and no roof over you
No food no boots no one to hold onto
You children don't recognise you

Whilst high on a hillside the political powers dine upon luxury food
Sipping their champers drinking your money
And looking down upon you

Using your money to fund and support all of their business intrests
Taken your life away, nothing left today

Lucy in the park with TB
Lucy in the park with TB
Lucy in the park with TB
ohh OOh Poor Lucy

Morning has come and her fingers now blue her face is dark and won't move
Her daughter can't wake her she cries "oh mummy"the coalition have killed you..
The government killed here with policy cuts and media lies each day
Cameron and Clegg Lining their  pockets as more more people die
Lucys now gone on a boat to the heavens
the ferryman took her away took her today

Lucy died in the park with TB
Lucy in the park with TB
Lucy in the park with TB
Poor Lucy
Oh wow

She sings by the fields
she is so beautiful
and soft haired
ran through as mother and daughter

Now black haired
dancing with fine skin
watched the eyes of the evil
bad god of the underworld

The evil
the dark one,
brother to thee best
and keeper of the dead

He took her away
took her away one summers day