Jeff Buckley

we circle around the park, joining hands in silence
and watch the evil black the sky
the storm has ripped the shelter of illusion from our brow,
this power is no mystery to us now.
leave your spirit genocide, the cancer you won't remove.
we cast our funeral rose inside and bury the need to prove.
our mutilation is to gain from the system.
turn your head away from the screen, oh people.
it will tell you nothing more.
don't suck the milk of flaccid bill k. public's empty promise
to the people that the public can ignore.
this way of life is so devised,
to snuff out the mind that moves.
moving with grace the men despise, and women have learned to lose.
throw off your shame or be a slave to the system.
i see you take another drag,
one more lost soul to raise your flag.
the sky is a landfill.
i see you take another drag.
let's see you take another drag.