And as this very day itself
Is reduced to Slavery

And we see it all so clearly
Right before our eyes

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And we try to seperate
This enslavement of Pure Day

From the enslavement of our lives....

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-------     (We PRETEND that we are free).    -------

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We wander cross the desert
(We wallow in poverty)

We turn ourselves into predators
In order to survive

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We never face the Masters
We never ----- fight

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The day falls down &
We fall down
& we pull down the years and the centuries
& all hopefulness & all decency

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& the universe


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& you
& I

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Will we be BORN AGAIN?

Well well well

YOU tell ME