Prophecy

24 Feb 1999

I get tired of seeing my own face
I get tired of feeling my constraints
I get tired of hearing the lies
I get tired of being paralyzed

When did truth become relative to the imperial palace edifice
When did love become hate and justice fate
I want to know when life gave up the ghost
When joy died in bed and science lost its head

History is a parade of mistakes
Government no more than we fake
Beauty is on sale for less
And murderer’s weapons are become blessed

When will the day come when we all will know
That nothing stands between us and the way back home
When will the day come when we all will see
That all the thoughts we hold inside won't make us free

Come let us go to the mountain of the lord
Death will meet life and age to youth
Where the hand of another will never hold a sword
And we will walk in the light of truth

Give me half a chance to gain my omnipotence
Give yourself a chance to be more than indifferent
Peace is taken out to die, hope is falling from the sky
Joy is lost in the river’s fall as justice takes the final call

Come let us go to the mountain of the lord
Death will meet life and age to youth
Where the hand of another will never hold a sword
And we will walk in the light of truth
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