What equates to serious?
When do we start reacting?
Is there a time when it will be impossible to react?
Are we living a false hope?
The sandstorm blows over
It covers our vision
It fills the ears and the nose
Everything is the same colour
No one thing is distinguishable from the other
The sun, so high in the sky
Gives its heat and light
A ball of burning white
Amidst the similar colour of everything
The cloth around us
Helps to create a sense of private reality
We feel at least safe in amongst all this garment
So much of it to drag around
The drag is worth it
Hair with the colour of sand
A man at the top of the pyramid for a day
One day is all it takes
Then up come the surges of water
Long repressed from below
They have been waiting so long for this moment
This moment of squeeze
The water spirits rise
Ready to embrace everything
Dreaming of a place away from it all
A place where I can be truly honest
No hiding in my special place
Everyone can be free
Dreams are for dreamers
Come back to reality
Here you are
Use the present
A catalyst for equalization
Everything will fall to its knees
And plead for release
Please please please
Out comes the best weapons
Out comes the best clothes
Everyone's bests for the holy day of destruction
Italian suit and tie, and a bag of bombs in tow
Bag o' bombs
Ten a dozen
Everyone wants their fix
Everyone wants to be responsible
Everyone what?
Throw a ring around the spindle to get a prize.
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