Lyrics
Try to listen to your heart today and maybe you'll hear what I'm trying to say
Is it pathos that drives us all insane, or is it apathy that operates the holy crane?
Hook you in the back or stab us without remorse or recourse or morse code taps driving spikes into your past with hurricane force
Skate across the thin-ice mirror reflection into the great deep blue
beyond all that is and was and will hardly ever be
We reach in vain for the vein of purest truth, the mother lode of the communal soul
and the fact it's only our solidarity that burns to the core
Implosion protocol
Maybe somebody will drain the sea and start a pre-evolutionary democracy
The notion that we're strong, you see, is base illusionary hypocrisy
And we strain and flail against that good night with a bottle of fear and a spoonful of might
end up face-down in a ditch with the angels of war fussing over our plight
Random-seeming volatile tectonic shift
Vortices pull us inexorably to the rift
Through the trillion grains of sand and truth we'll sift
Endless best-intentioned continental drift