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| Illustrator: Dickie Gonzo Dickie Gonzo Music |
The Dormant Masses
Embrace these tortured souls
This might be last call for them all
The dawn of nuclear eruption
Set the stage for their destruction
And don't feel bad when you move on
And leave the herd confused and doomed
In desperate times they move to violence
Through their wretched points of view
I think i'll drift among the stars
And guide the ancient pharoes home
There eyes so full of conscience light
So many answers they don't know
And soon they'll drift along besid me
Beneath the canopy of space
To bless the ones so far below
Who've also stumbled day by day
These dormant masses, minds of gold
Our culture blind to whats repeated
Need a voice to guide them home
To shed delusions they've created.
