Long World
where blossoms still bloom from each tree
where leaves are still green in november
its then that our land will be free
i wander her hills and her valleys
and still through my sorrows i see
a land that has never known freedom
and only her rivers run free
i drink to the death of her manhood
those men who rather have died
than to live in the cold chains of bondage
to bring back there rights were denied
oh were are u now when we need u
what burns were the flame used to be
are u gone like the snow of last winter
and
By The Banks Of Pandemonium
I urged for a walk in the garden on a tranquil
Dawn in June The silence caused by man himself
And chaos by the moon The snake was dragged
In leather black - as draped in common conscience
Aestethically he crawled away from a neighborhood
Of nonsense
Materialized a howling dog neglected by the
Captain's log and flogged into obedience
- Now he's my brother too
Down along the banks there was this brittle, little
Girl that never begged to be released into a
Derailed world Being chained to the lies of
A universal order she's now - like the snake +
Dog - my innocent, pre-whacked brother
But the grass is still green
- If you know what I mean
(Just like the blood runs red
And you know you are a-dying)
With a head filled to the brim
Of their legalized lead
For when the heat becomes to heavy
They will pack their bags and leave
You easily reveal the sins of brothers so naive
(This fable is a damned one - you will
damn it, believe...)