All of what I think
I know it does not portray
This primitive form of healing
An execution stay

Lucid minds still dreaming
Pulled far from cosmic lines
The lunatics are leaving
This bedlam behind

There's crying in the suburbs
There's decades of decay
Followed if you go
Hounded if you stay

We cannot step off here
Because we ain't come down
There's only cops and robbers
Left to scare you now

The final red suns glow
Disappears from view
With blinding in my eyes
I see two of you

Being part of the system
If not part of the plans
Fuelled by speculation
Stifled artisans

A brewing revolution
Whispered in the smokey wind
Housebound vigilantes
Frightened by the young

Killed by television
A keep net for your sins
Years of revision
Have we not learnt a thing?