Mast

It's creeping up on innocents and the places that we must go
And the case has been presented, the more we learn, the less we know
Such a parody presents itself with a conflict inside
It doesn't matter what you do, as long as you get by

Can we take a moment to realize this inspiration?
Each grain of sand in my hair holds the makings of a nation
And those who are lost must wander though someone pulls the chain
And what they see is clarified by a thick coating of blame

And now I'm just stretched by a million arms of greed
Turning my want list into a book of needs

Catatonic, stupefied by what all this could mean
And your hand is a flash of existence while reflections tear the seams
And we ride below the mast on the greatest ship of all
Only ocean knows the path, the shredded sails will fall

And now I'm just stretched by a million arms of greed
Turning my want list into a book of needs
And now I'm stretched by a million arms of greed



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Bettencourt
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