Umana

There's something in the fringes of your mind That keeps you up all night The spirit of the Ages softly whispering in your Head "You're out of your mind" It says the higher mouth As in this sorry nation Two & two results in shame It says the higher mouth I've tried to confide in someone Find shelter from decay My hand leaned on someone's To feel the acid in the taste I'm not afraid And I'm not humane Our souls float unaware of the Scale The awakening The fear is whole consuming us Through the Crisis. "The Crisis is a crisis in consciousness A Crisis that cannot anymore accept the old norms Man is still as he was: brutal, violent, aggressive And he has built a society along those lines." "The Crisis is a crisis in consciousness"