Lyrics

(The door stands open Across lines, invisible hands are held Golden streamers building in the night... Alone, the possibilities are enormous Step outside and parasites Deprived of their meat Wait to suck on tiring flesh Unending statistics that fatten leaders Prisoners of their morality Afraid of death We can not save ourselves To breathe... is not enough) When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window Seeing it but not being touched by it Words sometimes don't seem to mean much Of anyone we've used more that most Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked Thrown around in the spectacle: the grand social circus! Up against the rows of grey robots who control our lives The things we have to offer sometimes seem so frail As they plan destruction and gain respectability We offer our creativity and are made outcasts! We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll But we can't avoid that arena It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it! In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total Everything we do is an expression of that! Everything that we write is a love song!! We look for alternatives But the enormous power of the media makes it so difficult To establish foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extreme That everything becomes poisoned and corrupted We can become media personalities, but it is always on their terms We're tired of living up to other people's expectations when our own are so much higher Intelligence seems so easily dismissed when it doesn't conform to mainstream values Lennon said "They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool" He was right! Social intelligence merely requires agreement and compromise! The boundaries are becoming narrower as the State becomes more paranoid Under authoritarian rule, conformity becomes the only security... Fear is a powerful weapon against human development Cowering in our temples of self there's little chance of change The State is aware of that The bomb serves many functions If fear of the omnipotent God is no more The nuclear Father will govern with his shepherd's crook Drawing his flock closer to the valley of the shadow of death Those of us who stand out against the status quo Do so against all odds We cling so closely together Because we have little other than ourselves Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions! Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule? How is it that the small and mealy-minded have gained so much power? What perversion has taken place that we are governed by fools? We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs They've tried to ban our records saying that we're a threat to decent society Fuck them! I hope we are! What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice? For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists? As if walls only had one side Whispered intimacies might not get through But cries of anguish know no barriers But how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind When we should have been confiding in each other It seems so absurd that we are denied the chance of ever being truly free The terrible inequalities of the peoples of this earth Make freedom at best a dream, at worst an insulting privilege What space is there for self-expression and personal development When over half the world's population is starving? There are so many things that might have been done But rooted on this spot in the desire to find solution There's little to see and feel but the sighing and dying of our world But for suffering we might have been a part of it rather than apart from it