the image of one that is painted for us to see
yet we know the fictions that lies beneath
even if we seem to want to flow with it
None ever has laid an eye on this assumption
Not even one believes it could be a condition
We awake daily with constant knowledge filling
Not challenging, doubting or ignoring our feeling
If there ever could be such in the minds of the world
Can there be one who governs them all with a sword
Hmm! does it seem to hit at your human nature
to be the for-runner of a system we do nurture
But i bring you an awareness that is not just true
Even the winds can attest to the shipping crew
That Animals are alike in their nature of existence
Man stands a better chance cause he is persistence
In the Image of the one whom we call the Head
Thus came man that he may know to be heard
Broken links would always cause a source, lost
Deep in our misguided fleet, we fall into frost
Never could we regain what we have know to have been
Time immemorial, brethren and family we have seen
Yet we fight for what we cannot have
When what we need, we simply can carve
Yes it is filled with the ups and downs
Plans and knowledge makes us clowns
Still we rise knowing something is ahead
Yes the hope that never dies is our bed
Onward soldiers of the new age
take up arms and stand at stage
it would be long gone, in no time
when we think we have all that dime