Hit the road in wander mode, inquire along the way
Savoir faire in full despair while living day-to-day
My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof
I don? ever need to prove myself to you
Looking back I? off the tracks more times than I recognize
Mistakes are another opportunity to refine
My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof
I don? ever need to prove myself to you
There? no such thing as hell
But you can make it if you try
There might come a day
when emotion can be quantified
But as of now there? no proof necessary
no proof necessary
no proof necessary
There's no proof necessary
it? only in your mind (mind, mind, your mind)

nothing more nothing less
an icon on the wall decoration and duress
that which many strive to be
its the merble statue standing over me
and nobody has the will to tear it down
it determines wrong and right
but to me its just a stereotype
and it makes us lose our sight
the portait of authority
you tell me
that's what im supposed to be
(it embodies what he cannot be)
another time another man
and oppressive intrusion

Oh can't you feel the nostalgia I wonder about ya
Modernistocrat Horatio Alger
Clever never hesitating in the baiting ever waiting
For the canticle of manacles abating
Did you ever forget – you had a regret – and what you only guessed at
Might still be waiting?

When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land
at home
Well he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood the way
the work gets done
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son

When everybody about – is read to bout y'all – about controversial
values
Don't you think you better readdress the level of the cowardice
rising to drown you
Did you ever connect – or come to reject – or even inspect
The dream that hound you

When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land
at home
Well he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood the way the work gets done
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son

When you least expect it he's going to run
Like the blood red path of the western sun oh yeah
The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come
Well hell no, don't look at me
Can't you see, I ain't one, no prodigal son
It ain't me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son

there's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, and a little sullen
girl face-up staring at the moon
and there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries
then they pass away alone into the night

why do we pity the dead?
are you churned by emotion from voices in your head?
(are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head)
look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why
oh why do we
pity the dead?
pity the dead!

well, you've seen the disease, suffering and decay,
and you whisper to yourself blissfully "it's okay"
and you still refuse the possibility
that the dead are better off than we

tell me what you see, tell me what you know
is there anyone who lives a painless life?
if there is show me so
the destitute and famished, demonic and the
banished, dejected and the ostracized, the
brainwashed and the paralyzed, the conquered

Economy technology, does it really work?
The guy runnin' the Government, another jerk!
Try to teach some values and it all erodes away
You're lucky if they listen to a single word you say.
What is right and what is wrong?
The government decides.
You don't have to like the laws
As long as you abide.
We're all being oppressed by upper middle class.
The government you vote for is the one that you possess.
I'm so tired and i'm through and so are you.
Oppresive fear from the President, Its not the government
We control the masses of the whole entire race.
Soon our streets will all get filled without a happy face.
Economy technology, does it really work?
The guy runnin' the Government, another jerk!
Try to teach some values and it all erodes away
You're lucky if they listen to a single word you say.

The final page is written in the books of history,
As man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas
To fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race,
A show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance.

They say when a mistake is made, a lesson has been learned
But this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world.
A million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns,
A mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned!

I show pity on the human race,
on the ignorant plenty who devote their lives
to an icon that they've never known.
I show pity on eons past,
when early man started the first civilization
and human aggression was born.
I show pity on the future to come,
when the government system will be omnipotent
and we'll be worse off... than we are now!
pity, pity, on the billions of ignorant people.
pity, pity, on the masses of aggression.
pity, pity, on the future centuries to come,
on the billions of ignorant people,
on the future centuries to come,
on the masses of aggression.
it's all a matter of looking at the past.
it's all a question, are we gonna last?
if we endure the aggression that's inside all of us
we'll wipe out our own species and thus... the world!
pity!
pity on...
on the masses of aggression,
on the billions of ignorant people,
on the future centuries to come,
on the masses of ignorant people,
on the future centuries to come.

it is an s.o.s. sent out telepathically, signs of our distress don't
allow complacency, we need restoration now of our integrity and a
drastic bold reminder of our morality, the rectifying troop is here,
the ones we have needed all these yers to stop the heious wrongdoings
and verify our moral benevolence as a people, operation rescue,
they're here to right our fall, they have heard a troubled call,
operation rescue, you may wonder where they come from, but i just
wonder why they're here at all, life ever-after is what they're in the
business for, see them brandish the key to their kingdoms door, it's
persuasive, it's a part of yoy and me but it's not overwhelming as

sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space
there's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face

sitting on the fence post to watch the storm roll in
and terrified of the damage it will bring when it begins
it will begin

splintered dreams of unity (our lives are parallel)
so far from reality (our lives are parallel)
independent trajectories (our lives are parallel)
separate terms of equality (our lives are parallel)

our lives are parallel

is there no redemption? no common good?
is there nothing we can do for ourselves? or only what we should?

comes the hard admission of what we don't provide
goes the insistence on the ways and means that so divide

they so divide

side by side suffering loneliness (our lives are parallel)
phony collective progress (our lives are parallel)
accepting that it's all such a mess (our lives are parallel)
gesturing without hope of redress (our lives are parallel)

our lives are parallel

forging little plays of deception and pain
as we watch our foundation crumble away
staggering like birds against a hurricane
and trying all the while to stay out of each other's way

broken dreams of unity (our lives are parallel)
independant trajectories (our lives are parallel)
screaming out for understanding (our lives are parallel)
turning inward and suffering (our lives are parallel)

presidential election every four years
but neither man we can see or hear
urgent cries for society
but he can't see the blood on me
do you see?
do you see too much for me?
try that with our oligarchy,
try that with our oligarchy
oligarchy, oligarchy