Down

Pulled down

Pulled down by the current

Into the ocean of misery

Dragged out by the mainstream

Washed out by the waves

Of convenience and compliancy

Time has dyed your substance pale

Time, won’t dye my substance pale

One path for me through destiny

And I will tread it till the blood red end

Because I stand in the shelter

Of the strength of my lord

I stand in the shelter

Of the strength of my lord

I’m looking at you, with the yawning jaws of

Normalcy stretched wide beneath your stride

What’s your plan to save your ass

From the 9 to 5 scam?

Without a lifelong movement,

Without a spiritual society,

There ain’t no sanctuary from popular insanity

Or will you just add the death toll?