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Evolve as the Pamphlet Directs
Take a hard turn; try to see where we're going
Think about the weather and try to move slow
Started on a track; now I'm stuck in a bind
When the waves rise up, I have somewhere to go
We lost one religion, now another comes up
bearing no name to pull youinto its game
Hand out the pamphlets and swallow the message;
It takes me a little more time
I was a pagan and a pagan I'll stay
See the stones of my ways in a thousand years
Oh, the stories scholars will invent,
the silent truths we'll all forget
The World goes on just fine when a thousand others die
in the momentary blink of a bystander's eye
Ascendency's the name of our new religion's domain
Evolve as the pamphlet directs
The sea's been lying flat for so long,
hiding its potential just below
Stability to grow a nation strong
Finally there's somewhere for the younger ones to go
So let go the hands of drowning brothers
and turn toward the vector rendered sun
A knife into the truth of any others
A brand new dawn has just begun
History is running round in circles
Distracted generations waste their time
How far along by now we'd've gone forth
Instead our tanks are marching south and north
while the middle ground of echelons implodes
I clutch the latest meme, await instruction,
color myself in its tones; absolved of self, I take the needle,
Ride the risen wave where'er she goes
Lone dot drifting on the ocean
I try not to get caught up in the waves
I have my own ideas about shorelines
Born inside a bottle and I have to bring it home
But grand truths keep raining down with thunder
and every morn the doctrine's writ anew
makes every man a goddess of destruction,
saves priesthood only for the chosen few.
Where are we going if we cannot keep up?
Write in stone each night and in the morning blow it up.
Sacrificed my family and sacrificed my friends.
Run out of atonements but the tithing never ends
So bind your body to the cyclone
spinning out in search of its own name
revolving in an ever smaller circle
stabilized when everyone's the same.
Lone dot drifting on the waves
Message in a bottle on the ocean
Hold it to my eye and it's a lens.
Evolve as the pamphlet directs.
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song: https://soundcloud.com/phantomphace/evolve-as-the-pamphlet-directs
Think about the weather and try to move slow
Started on a track; now I'm stuck in a bind
When the waves rise up, I have somewhere to go
We lost one religion, now another comes up
bearing no name to pull youinto its game
Hand out the pamphlets and swallow the message;
It takes me a little more time
I was a pagan and a pagan I'll stay
See the stones of my ways in a thousand years
Oh, the stories scholars will invent,
the silent truths we'll all forget
The World goes on just fine when a thousand others die
in the momentary blink of a bystander's eye
Ascendency's the name of our new religion's domain
Evolve as the pamphlet directs
The sea's been lying flat for so long,
hiding its potential just below
Stability to grow a nation strong
Finally there's somewhere for the younger ones to go
So let go the hands of drowning brothers
and turn toward the vector rendered sun
A knife into the truth of any others
A brand new dawn has just begun
History is running round in circles
Distracted generations waste their time
How far along by now we'd've gone forth
Instead our tanks are marching south and north
while the middle ground of echelons implodes
I clutch the latest meme, await instruction,
color myself in its tones; absolved of self, I take the needle,
Ride the risen wave where'er she goes
Lone dot drifting on the ocean
I try not to get caught up in the waves
I have my own ideas about shorelines
Born inside a bottle and I have to bring it home
But grand truths keep raining down with thunder
and every morn the doctrine's writ anew
makes every man a goddess of destruction,
saves priesthood only for the chosen few.
Where are we going if we cannot keep up?
Write in stone each night and in the morning blow it up.
Sacrificed my family and sacrificed my friends.
Run out of atonements but the tithing never ends
So bind your body to the cyclone
spinning out in search of its own name
revolving in an ever smaller circle
stabilized when everyone's the same.
Lone dot drifting on the waves
Message in a bottle on the ocean
Hold it to my eye and it's a lens.
Evolve as the pamphlet directs.
***
song: https://soundcloud.com/phantomphace/evolve-as-the-pamphlet-directs
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