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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?
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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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