Album Notes

All the best poets and musicians gave up
Sold their souls to Truth before they new Love
It's better to have lost love they say: misunderstood
Your own sense of failure that brings you no good
Soul sales are final, their impressions run deep
And sleep for this purpose is death for the weak
End time and purpose converge in this place,
That things may be better for the Citizen race
But one last long love, in which we can do right,
Will give us the strength to live in delight
And take flight from hard times, To grieve and to grind
This Tyranny blinding American minds,
To hang all the wicked creating divides,
And the Just must answer their will and their pride
The greatest of actions is symbol for Truth,
And the masses assemble protecting the youth,
Not for our nation but for our children remain
Create the Citizen, The Human, and challenge their game
Systematically shutting down our entire Natural system,
A group of tyrannical, fascist, just crazy in general
Men meeting in secret, ancient clubs with discretion,
Religious and political mis-comprehension
We are the break in the wave- five miles from shore,
By the time we are gone, there will be thousands more
Clearly I'm speaking of fighting the Lies,
The light in the darkness that never can die
And to find the right words that strike the right kind,
Of vibrational good to help in our stride
Momentum gaining rotation and perpetual rise,
Our energies building, the time has arrived
The human, and citizen, the game in the mind,
Experimental wishing- criminal tries
To collapse the spirit, with religion and national pride,
For countries ending in a slow downward slides
Into oppression... then countries sub-side,
Leaving the wicked to rule- as they hide
The misdeeds of men in number are few,
And to the men of these deeds few numbers are too
The musicians and poets- they left long ago,
What they left are the cleft, their hearts, and the prose.
Beautiful Tragedies planned for The Stage.
As long as we breathe- I think we'll be safe.