Unique waves of discord perpetuate the norm that has become accepted
Fostered hope at moments in time clinging to periods of transcendence
The increasing constraints of bed and sleep deter the creature desires
To succumb with nothing but hope in something draws the shades further
Revolution for just causes begs a leader who admonishes sheltered not permitted
Who is our leader, the soul to lift us up upon high horses
We are the fallen, the bed ridden depressed, knowing only how to please
Giving our lives for others less ourselves will end in self-sacrifice
Conditioned throughout depressed societal flaws render us colorless
Shells of men and woman fragmented to whole thoughts and half hopes
We shall not be free, with liberty non-existence as production is a fallacy
Leader we wait for arduous times but until then I will pity myself and sit in shadows
Randy Sturridge
Randy Sturridge
