(0:21)
It’s some dire days we’re livin’ in.
The fire, flames, / the tidal waves, /
the idle ways of those who hide away… /
the silence speaks a lot and so does hollow faith … /
the violence in the silence a’ the flock
could kill the will to build a haven out the rock…
From hill to hill, the criers fade, afraid to say they prose when hope is lost…
They flows are frozen in the cold existence of the system’s missin’ heart…
There ain’t no vision when the mist eclipses wisdom
and it shrouds the past within it,
like the sounds from where we found our art…
The rhythms that we live in - are from then to now,
the tended hours that was just our start…
In the distance, we can lift these rhythms ‘til they grip the stars…
If we consistent, we can bless the path to reach the crest and free some hearts…
We’ve been tested, but we destined for some more a’ that,
cuz these fires forge us and our sharper swords can cut exact…
So fortify yourself and set your stance…
The cords and twines of puppeteers ‘ve led the dance,
but we can slash the threads and tread a path surpassin’ where we been…
We can craft what we can vision if we driven and our rhythms can connect
beyond the limits that we’ve set - for what defines reality.
We been quick to flex
if we perceive it challenges
beliefs we’ve deemed as facts...
But even though we deepened in the depths a’ somein’ vast
we can lead our breaths astray abrupt and fast…
Our minds can suffocate inside a’ idol fads,
our time is snuffed away by troubled hands…
It’s tough to say this, but just cast a glance
upon the many lost along the path…
We’ve been brash instead a’ steady,
sometimes lackin’ love and actin’ like we’ve mastered somethin’ heavy…
But we’ve been trapped as much as any,
treading seas without a heading…
We’ve been floatin’ on these swells, adrift and lost, livin’ like we dead already…
The gifts we got, we’ve plundered many…
We consistent in our disregard, just watchin’ all these broken levees.
(1:53-2:15) SING SOMETHING
I know this world is somethin’ else.
My soul needs love that conquers hell.
I roam these roads where I do dwell,
tryin’ to free myself.
(2:15)
The rhythm a’ livin’ indifferent is ‘blah’.
Givin’ your minutes to benefit only the privileged ain’t a decision to follow along.
Look at the world, look at the wrongs.
Even if heaven descended upon us, we’d live in the fog...
We’ve givin’ up all our rhythm for nothin’ but dividends,
rippin’ apart community, grippin’ with claws…
We soon to be reapin’ whatever we are…
So what are we seekin’? Louis Vuitton?
Or somethin’ to build a world upon?..
Where’s the baton been passed and how we passin’ it on?..
We been dreamin’ a demons that hide in the dark,
but infinite possibilities, rhythms and visions are ours..
so where’s epiphany’s spark?
Symphonies, arts,
discoveries spawned,
are meant to be riveting, grippin’ the heart…
But capitalistic liberty keeps ‘em apart from everything, give it a thought…
Some may be schemin’ to rise like a phoenix that flies for a cause.
But hold your applause…
Cuz seepin’ inside “civility” lives a mirage.
But hope isn’t lost…
Given the infinite odds,
we are magnificent, liftin’ the dawn.
Simple ‘n plain,
we been livin’ while driftin’ away.
Weatherin’ storms while fettered in chains.
I ain’t bitter, but sufferin’ isn’t a given, this isn’t a game…
Never no way could we ever remain,
livin’ like everythings going okay…
There’s more evidence every day,
that the melody that we raise
doesn’t steadily rise above the fray,
so we better be ready to change…
Our minds been stuck in rhetoric,
time to edit our ways…
There ain’t no benefit livin’ in vain,
Reapin’ whatever the demons ‘ve seeded
and keepin’ our heaven at bay…
It’s time to vision an infinite aim,
find the Limitless Undefinable Eminence, heaven awaits.
(3:23-3:45) SING SOMETHING
I’ve been tryin’ to find my way
find my way,
through these signs a’ the times with my fire blazed,
with my fire blazed.
It’s a climb that defines how I eye my days,
how I eye my days.
So I rise to the skies and to God I pray,
to God I pray.
(3:45-4:09) SING SOMETHING ELSE
I know this world is somethin’ else.
My soul needs love that conquers hell.
I roam these roads where I do dwell,
tryin’ to free these eyes to see.
My mind is open, alive and well,
but I’m a ghost within this shell.
My time’s engrossed in a motion’s swell,
but I’m just floatin’ on the sea.