Next World
I suppose you could empty a language into this beginning,
Goddess-double-helix of next world never-ending,
Wrecking all our wonders; salvaging our syndicated woes,
The fabric of our being into the flesh of time softly grows,
As the legal tender of our soul devours its human host,
Debt collectors and money lenders begin to garnish the ghost,
Systematic city breeding only that it may nurse,
The inheritance tax of this capitalistic curse.
Next world could be a dream,
Next world could be a scheme,
Next world could be the most,
Beautiful thing we've ever seen.
This is not an empty metaphor when the world gets stuck in your head,
Not like the empty-eyed-advertising that haunts the living-dead,
But these words they lack the acid-verbs that would turn them to their deeds,
The same way these petty little nothings turn to urgent-endless-needs,
This is the religion we make for ourselves when we leave our matter to fate,
You don't even notice the trap anymore when your addicted to the bait,
The living reconcile the past and create the future stuck in between then and there,
Now has no stop; no clock face or number just a pulse that could lead anywhere.
Next world could be a dream,
Next world could be a scheme,
Next world could be the most,
Beautiful thing we've ever see.
You can approach your day with a slavish mentality and be assured it will always be the same,
You can approach your day with a rebel's attitude and be assured it will some day change,
But they trick you into thinking that it's not all that bad just because it could be worse,
I mean look at those poor people right over there meanwhile his hand is trolling thru your purse,
Just because they say it; that don't mean you have to mean it; this world didn't come with rules,
It doesn't take a really wise man to realize this world is ran by very clever fools,
We can't agree on what a better world is and there are no easy answers; even the questions are a bitch,
But I think we can all agree it's not a never-ending quest for better ways to serve the rich.
Next world could be a dream,
Next world could be a scheme,
Next world could be the most,
Beautiful thing we've ever see.
Where do we begin to start,
Where do we begin to start,
Where's the revolution?
Goddess-double-helix of next world never-ending,
Wrecking all our wonders; salvaging our syndicated woes,
The fabric of our being into the flesh of time softly grows,
As the legal tender of our soul devours its human host,
Debt collectors and money lenders begin to garnish the ghost,
Systematic city breeding only that it may nurse,
The inheritance tax of this capitalistic curse.
Next world could be a dream,
Next world could be a scheme,
Next world could be the most,
Beautiful thing we've ever seen.
This is not an empty metaphor when the world gets stuck in your head,
Not like the empty-eyed-advertising that haunts the living-dead,
But these words they lack the acid-verbs that would turn them to their deeds,
The same way these petty little nothings turn to urgent-endless-needs,
This is the religion we make for ourselves when we leave our matter to fate,
You don't even notice the trap anymore when your addicted to the bait,
The living reconcile the past and create the future stuck in between then and there,
Now has no stop; no clock face or number just a pulse that could lead anywhere.
Next world could be a dream,
Next world could be a scheme,
Next world could be the most,
Beautiful thing we've ever see.
You can approach your day with a slavish mentality and be assured it will always be the same,
You can approach your day with a rebel's attitude and be assured it will some day change,
But they trick you into thinking that it's not all that bad just because it could be worse,
I mean look at those poor people right over there meanwhile his hand is trolling thru your purse,
Just because they say it; that don't mean you have to mean it; this world didn't come with rules,
It doesn't take a really wise man to realize this world is ran by very clever fools,
We can't agree on what a better world is and there are no easy answers; even the questions are a bitch,
But I think we can all agree it's not a never-ending quest for better ways to serve the rich.
Next world could be a dream,
Next world could be a scheme,
Next world could be the most,
Beautiful thing we've ever see.
Where do we begin to start,
Where do we begin to start,
Where's the revolution?
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Writer(s): Michael Lee Mcguire
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