The Spice Of Life

Comfort zones, culture shock
Inside our silos, outside the box
Ride the wave against the tide
Hide in your cave with open eyes
Break tradition, stand your ground
Tie that ribbon, let your hair down
Watch it burn or douse the flames
The stripes you've earned for the war machine

The wrong foot with a head start
To judge a book as a work of art
From under the rug, come out on top
Pull that plug to drain the swamp
Breaking new ground in the bog
Release the hounds now, teach an old dog
To walk a tightrope through the park
An inside joke that your not apart

Howl at the moon, bite your tongue
Please stay in tune with this string of luck
Failed the acid test to prove your worth
Hope for the best, plan for the worst
Not worth it's price for it's weight in gold
Did you measure twice before cutting my throat
Will start a fight over spilled milk
Or hide behind the walls you built

Level the field, rig the game
Dig your heels in, dig your own grave
Open the gates for the trojan horse
Line up your pawns for your proxy war
Black sheep to the lion's share
You glare your big teeth, but we are not scared
For the spice of life makes a sour face
So sharpen your knives, let's have a taste

We're all cut from the same cloth
Tangled up in a web of knots
Though we are on different teams
I am not your enemy
We derived from violence
But must evolve despite it
Or there'll be no flags to fight about
In the shadows of the mushroom clouds