Jan 9

Jan nine In future time The day science clipped its wings Nobody flew We all stood around Shaking hands on the ground We all stood around Shaking hands on the ground Jan nine In future time The day science clipped its The day science clipped its Nobody flew-w-w-w We all stood around Shaking hands on the ground We all stood around Shaking hands on the ground We could only see the soles of their feet We thought there were angels up ahead We could only see the soles of their feet We thought there were angels up ahead We could only see the soles of their feet We thought there were angels up ahead We decided that science Which restricts information to the powers-that-be Is a bad science We decided no more To be utilized As "the objective voice" We decided no more To blind the people That we knew more things About that which was Invisible than they We decided no more To be brought on As the voice of the truth We decided that That which does not advance us Is directly aligned to That which destroys We decided that the resources Are after all Finite Finite Finite Finite Finite Finite Finite Finite