Seven o’Clock

Oh, seven o'clock in the morning, got a message from afar Down under an oasis where there are dreams still being born And summer spoke to winter, relaying all encouraging words And I was fully grateful mutant messages were heard Moved on from my despondency and left it in the bed Do I leave it there still sleeping or maybe kill it better yet? For this is no time for depression or self-indulgent hesitance This fucked up situation calls for all hands, hands on deck Freedom is as freedom does and freedom is a verb They giveth and they taketh and you fight to keep that what you've earned We saw the destination, got so close before it turned Swim sideways from this undertow and do not be deterred Floodlight dreams go drifting past All the lines we could've had Distant loves floating above Close these eyes, they've seen enough Caught the butterfly, broke its wings then put it on display Stripped of all its beauty once it could not fly high away Oh, still alive like a passerby overdosed on gamma rays Another god's creation destined to be thrown away Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse, they forged the north and west Then you got Sitting Bullshit as our sitting president Oh, talking to his mirror, what's he say, what's it say back? A tragedy of errors, who'll be the last to have a laugh? His best days gone, hard to admit Throwing angry punches with nothing to hit Luminous thoughts were once all he had Fading lights, lost eloquence There's still a fire in the engine room Knows relief will be coming soon What's to be done? Carve a path for rivers reign Much to be done Oceans rising with the waves, oh Held by these thoughts They refuse to slip away, oh Hangman in dreamland About to call your name Much to be done Much to be Much to be done Much to be Much to be done Much to be Much to be done