Dragged under water,
Crushed in the vice.
The files of Giles Corey
Has been brought back to life.
It’s the same these days,
With everyone.
The strings are tightened to the max
And we carry each other’s bombs.
It’s a cold war,
All the time.
Too many of us,
Wish to die.
The world has put it’s weight upon all our backs
And the pressures of modern life
Don’t allow us to relax.
The tyranny of the clock is seen,
When the flowers within in spite.
The train of vitality is moving too fast,
And for some, it’s endlessly night.
We long to ride the waves of serenity,
But the sirens of distraction
Won’t stop screaming.
Losing all sense of hope,
We’re losing all sense of feeling.
Fuel is coming in faster,
Than it can be used.
Pollution’s imperialism
Wrecks our atmosphere,
The worlds takes our abuse.
When the notes fly across the score,
Faster than can be played,
It seems the tunnel is never ending,
And we won’t see the light of day.
It’s a cold war, all the time.
It’s a cold war, all the time.
