Clay Pigeons - Deca

The creative power working through the mind of man has produced the modern world

We have learned how to release vast sources of energy

And we’ve learned how to make wonderful machines that can travel 'round the

world in a few days

All this has brought humanity under the action of immensely strong material

forces

We do not dominate these forces, they dominate us

Life on Earth is gtting more and more complicated very generation

There’s no room for the inner life

Back to works separating grassroots from astroturf

As half-truths they try to pass off as facts emerge

Keep me tethered to the ground

Bring me back to Earth when I blast off and take my place in the galactic church

I’m trying to grasp light and darks vacillations

In the white room with black curtains at the station

Green makes the world spin like dervishes and Dayton’s

It leads men astray into the serpent’s machinations

With strictures and cave wall flicks to hypnotize

I eat my daily tripe with bare hands

It’s undignified

The Mantron, the cloven tongue, (?) like nails

On a chalkboard inside the stomach of a white whale

Eyes popping out the sockets

Watching profits line pockets

And the price of bought and sold souls skyrocket

Walk a road wrought with skulls

Not with gold

Fraught with signs, roadblocks and obstacles that defy logic

Life’s a package deal

You take the beautiful days with dark nights

And dance with Maya and the starlight

It’s alright

We wax and we wane

There’s wildflowers growing from the cracks in my brain

Dry your eyes

Revitalize

Alive and well

Practicin' my aim

By a grave of fireflies

That fell like Simon Magus from the sky

And hit the ground

(What do you think is falling down?)

Right as rainfalls sent to pacify

Divide the flames

Hydroplaned on torrential teardrops of crying shame

Find your lane

Find the book of life, sign your name

Lose your way hit creative brick walls

Times have changed is it

Art or artifice

Sleight of hand;

parlor tricks

Arsenic or medicine

Hellbound or heaven-sent

Sounded sirens we’re here

On Earth stranded where seeds of my present pathos were first planted

If words are weapons I’ll address and press every issue

And spit bullets that’ll rip through your connective tissue

The priest and guard gave a sin

Fiber brimstone and said it’s either devil’s nectar

Or holy water to wet your whistle

But love alone can turn thistles into daffodils

So no dogma for me, thanks, I have my fill

Have my fill of powder black tar acid pills

Catholic guilt, and running from my problems like it’s track and field

Life’s a package deal

You take the beautiful days with dark nights

And dance with Maya and the starlight

It’s alright

We wax and we wane

There’s wildflowers growing from the cracks in my brain

Dry your eyes

Revitalize

Alive and well

Practicin' my aim

By a grave of fireflies

That fell like Simon Magus from the sky

And hit the ground

(What do you think is falling down?)