Parables

This is called Parables

At last we watch these cities tumble

I swear this beast will eat itself

It feasts itself into digestion and it's shitting us out in a mess of rejected intestines

But we weekly willed will cry tears when hear that the beast is killed

because each has spilled themselves before it and begged that the beast should eat its fill

And yes people still believe that their rewards are gonna come

That's why they keeping still

Heeding the shrill pitch of it's persuasion

And living each day for the next temptation

Because they extended the invitation

We coax the beast down from the hills

We said "Come, come wreck our hearts,

Come fill our hands our wealth and don't show no mercy"

Ah but the beast it fooled us

It told us it loved us when really it ruled us

It subtly screwed us all down into place while we wept in it's name and we begged for a taste

See when it's all easy to grab we get complacent

Our senses defenseless against the invasion of hostile forces parading as friendly

It feels like we've got so much that it left us empty

So then we got more in a frenzy to fill up the void but the void is increasing

It seems we're all speaking so much we've lost meaning

It seems we're all deep in the guts of this demon

But this ain't no overblown theory

I ain't saying this is the work or no secret pact

What I'm saying is this is the outcome of consumer identity

And that is the beast at our back

And it has the support of the courts and the law

So now we can't trust justice because she just feeds the beast jaws

With the bodies that arrive in a heap on the floor

And now the jails are all flooded with the blood of the poor

We must be like the water and head back to the source

Instead we're grinning away while the rocks watch our core

But what for?

Our smiles are locked doors and our hearts are not sure that we even want more

The meaning of mine is not mine anymore

It's not yours but you lot here you are not a lost cause

Still these are the times of the parables

These are the times of the freeborn mind self manacled

Time prophesied by the ancients

When the days are so full they've made us vacant

But just love be filled with love and have strength enough to be still when shoved

See the filth and the rust can't corrupt the goodness that fills your blood

And all truth is built on trust

And it's up to us to move right because moves must get made

So be bare faced in this masquerade

See too many hearts have grade in a dullness of days

But our hearts are displayed as we charge on like it's the last parade

We don't believe that we can't be saved

We believe in change and we believe in it transpires when we need it

But the ships that we stand are not see fit

It's these vessels filled with the chaos of commerce that are leading us into the wreckage but I swear we're at the helm

We've got the tillers in hand

And the truth that was lost we can still understand

We need to build bridges over this splintered land

Before the hour glass cracks and spills it's sand