Come and see the brilliant light
don't let your emotions mask your sight
it's the manifestation of a deeper fight
that affects me and you
my optimism was running high
a new world order was on my mind
but I couldn't belive it when I heard them say
they're blowing it away
and the fertile crescent is burning today
and baby my emotions are too
the cradle of humanity has led us all astray
and we're all in this tigether don't you know
'cause our species has nowhere else to go
aggression rears its ugly head
retaliation brings further dread
the two are linked by unseen threads
that wind back through time

She came from Heaven, well, there's no point belaboring that
I've seen some trouble and I must admit that I'm in demand
I confront rejection with magnetic good intentions and yet
hey Jack, Get back, in fact Don't do that
I act sharp but feel uncertain 'cause next time it could be curtains
Evangeline (evangeline)
conspirator so fine
Lend me your faith 'cause mine is broken
Compared to mine What is your crime, Evangeline
Now just to be certain let's be sure to set the record straight
I could use an angel but I don't intend to split up the take
Never go for treason but I got reasons that don't warrant debate
My act's intact and in fact you're not all that
You act sure, but you're uncertain
'cause next time it could be curtains
Evangeline (evangeline)
conspirator so fine
lend me your faith 'cause mine is broken
Compared to mine What is your crime, Evangeline
Well, there's no use turning back (no use turning back)
It's already much too late
When the house is burning
Evangeline
conspirator so fine
lend me your faith 'cause mine is broken
Compared to mine What is your crime, Evangeline

heard a sermon from a creaky pul pit with no one in the nave, i paid a
visit to the synagogue and i left there feeling blame, no one could
tell me what to do, no one had the ability to answer me, what the
world needs now is some answers to our problems, we can't buy more
time because our tender isn't valid, if your soul needs love you can
consoled by pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us
anymore, watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding,
"pregress will resolve it all", saw the manufacturers of earth's
debris ignore another green peace call, no one could tell me what to

random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard,
ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about, don't
speak to me of anarchy or peace of calm revolt, man, we're in a play
of slow decay orchestrated by boltzmann, it's entropy, it's not a
human issue, entropy, it's matter of course, entropy, enegery at all
levels, entropy, from it you can not divorce and your pathetic moans
of suffrage tend to lose all significance, extinction, degradation;
the natural outcomes of our ordered lives, power, motivation;
temporary fixtures for which we strive, something in our synapses

A new age of reason
Brain treason to trick the mind
What good is searching
if nothing's there to find
We arrive at this place
of no return my brothers
Only to discover that our minds have led us away
so far from the painful truth
of who we are

What's right is wrong
what's come has gone
what's clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
all that's benign corrupts in time
The fallacy
of Epiphany

Come forth bear witness
see the profit from your loss
Beg for forgiveness
only after you tally the cost
We arrive at this place
of no return my sisters
Only to discover that our values ran us aground
on the shoal in the sea of what
we could be

What's right is wrong
what's come has gone
what's clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
all that's benign corrupts in time
The fallacy
of Epiphany

If it's real for me do I have to prove it to you
Why do revelations fade to cold blue untruths
It's oh so relative
Subservient in total to one's perspective

What's right is wrong
what's come has gone
what's clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
all that's benign corrupts in time
The fallacy
of Epiphany
Always failing me

weak and sick, dying in the sand
no such thing as a promised land.
don't lose faith in a better life
reincarnation, poor excuse.
you're dying you assholes, your religion can't help you now.
dying and starving in the fields you used to plow.
rotting bones in your barren fields.
Worshipped creature's supposed to heal.
he won't save you and he won't save me.
See what you want to see.
Hindu religion in the mind of a working Joe,
starving and dying in the fields you used to know.

you're tied and bound to a god's useless advice.
bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the fight.
in the end you'll return once more to die again.
go on 'til you can't no more in non-eternal sin.

everwhere you looked there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs
so many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love
everyone shrouded in purple haze
then one day they woke up from their dream state
they found themselves no more at peace than before
older, meek, and conformed

empty causes
a bluster for the soul, a fix for their mind
empty causes
cling to everything you find

well, the shots rang out like popcorn
and the Chief was hit and rushed out of sight
the mohawk-chain, leather brigade rejoiced maliciously on that night
someone cried out "fuck the government"
his mates couldn't define what he meant
so no one gave him the time of day
and the scene died away

empty causes
a war for the body, an army in the mind
empty causes
losing steam as time goes by

could it be that everybody selfishly desires their own personal retinue
and that causes are just manifestations

heard a word, suicide,
not from one, but from thousands that tried.
the lawyer's wife and the teenage brat,
one thing in common, they all wanted out.
and it's plain to see.
it goes for you and it goes for me,
and all the screwed up little girls and boys
all thrown in without a choice.
but I heard him say,
"I want out,
no complaints and no doubts,
just a chance to go on."
I heard a word, suicide,
and not from one, but from thousands that died.
want some attention and a little less regret,
a teenage fluff, little threat.
and there are those, there are those who think
that drastic actions will make them unique.
it's really all the same,
that no one's happy and nobody's to blame.
and the moral to this story is old.
it's quite taboo, seldom told.
the seed is reaped before it's sown,
a bad choice was never resolved.

the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors
and the croaking speech he'd heard from countries counselors before
they said "we all care for you, we know how you suffer
but I know you can succed, I used to have it so much rougher"

there's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes
it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
and like fools we trust the delivery
but it's all just drunk sincerity

in maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube
the numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view
then the generals said "we dont want our boys dead
your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon"

with steam, heat, and rhythm in the back seat of the car

grizzly scene on my electron beam
told a story about human rights
so all of Kings horses
and all of Kings men
had a riot
for two days and nights
Well, the city exploded
but the gates wouldn't open
so the company asked him to quit
Now everybody's equal
Just don't measure it
Well Hanson did it hester
and Mark David did it to John
and maybe Jack dit it to Marilyn
but he did it to South Vietnam
for beauty and glory
for money, love and country
Everybody's doing it,
Don't do that to me
I don't know what stopped
Jesus Christ from turning