Insight

Deep beneath the surface of acceptance
Trying to pen my thoughts
But my thoughts can depend
On the power of the wave above
Pushed through the air of deliverance
By the corruption of greed and its love;
In times of emergency we can
Glisten and stand tall
Like a crystal ball, showing to all
Our true nature embedded deep
Beneath our surface, to recall
And to help us help all
Show them the way to not fall
And to not follow the face on the paper
The same face
Whose voice can be heard
On the secret cassette taper
Telling us "this generation may see the end of the world"
The ambition of the Beast is unfurled;
We cannot rid Third World Debt
As the profit from it is set
And can rise with another casting of the net
To drag more into faceless deprivation
Souless illusion tricked by mass confusion
And as the words spoken begin their transfusion
As vital as blood in the veins of our children
Suffering a crippling disease of power and greed
Evil spirits breathed from the mouth of the Beast.

Charred blast from the chalice
Unfolds in my bloodstream,
The blessed steam
Washes the mind to a gleam
Now I can see the light and the need to fight
Those in their assumed position of might;
That is only a flight from what should be reality
But what is really a reality gone insane
As false prophets lay the bane
I shine my light from a torch way above
For all with their own eyes to see my love
But for this there's no repent
Not even heaven sent and spill back to
A struggle to pay my government rent
And I know that no time is spent
Thinking for those that can't pretend
That this is their own life;
Second blow from the chalice
Hits without malice
I enter my Wonderland
Trapped only with Alice
After a hundred years of sole isolation
She becomes more than willing
To hold up a long conversation
Exchanging views on heresy
And the way things were and should be.

A non-existent measure of
How good a person you really are
Trade it for pleasure
Or warm country weather
This is my world
I should be able to endeavour
When I want to endeavour;
Watching my TV screen
The ugliness within can be seen
Caressing my eyes but burning my soul
Sending a message that you just can't win
Unless your enemy will smile when they see you
And comment on your pretty hair and dress nice and see through
Please!
I pray for some sanctified hero
To weaken your power to zero
And to return our being to what it should be
To make it true again
Bring our souls bleeding to an end
With everyone to see through their own eyes
Before they speak
Before they create the social frame, even
Unable to tame by those with the best of aim
Hope it's enough to drive George Bush insane
I see through only my own eyes
And stamp my own name.