So we stand at the epoch

of our eternal need

of some sort of spiritual

revival

and we are individuals

poisoning our prisons

with our possessions

we must venture out

into our world

and take back what

they have stolen

we fight for freedom

and lose our own in the process

how does that work out

we have refused to ask questions

just obey silently

its a plane with no wings

it is not going to fly

more time will pass by before

we realize our demise

is riding at our heels

goodbye voodoo moon

may the stars shine as suns

in a more brilliant universe

we have suffering and illusion

and the gray is all there is

between extremes

fighting for infinity

momentarily