For every truth, there is an equal and opposite truth;
every truth is faced by a scurvy awful lie
which from its own point of view is just a truth denied
the happier you become the more push needs come to shove
the more hatred in your heart, the more all you need is love
all those fantasies of heaven, all that rush to rise above
as if our flesh was trash, but we’re made from dust of stars
it’s time to end this holy war, accept what we are all here for
which is love, sweet love. We evolved face front
with spreading arms, our skin is bare and sensitive,
So stand where you stand and be where you be
a dandelion, a star, it’s easy to be free
when you forget to regret your sinning and your shame
it’s a lie, there is no sin, no shame, no blame
We are fey and free, spirits of the lake and tree
evolution is slow, changes timeless, and the world was
peaceful longer than it was violent. We are multiplied,
we are slow dancing with every stream of consciousness,
each inside the other, sisters and brothers,
how to move through space in such a shape?
I’m not the problem, nor are you, we all know that they’re the ones who
have brought us to this grim conclusion, their story has no happy ending,
there’s always mastery and slavery and war and self-defending, and
love that needs pretending and bounty hunters swooping from the sky
invaders from the fringe probe us in our reptile brains
Who are they who made the rules, who watch and judge and call us fools?
they are ghosts who guard the past in its image of perfection
they pull our strings and push our buttons and avoid detection
Everyone is fey, it is the truth,
though it starts to fade as fades our youth
for we have killers in our brains
slavemasters, with whips and chains
we’re trying to escape into our dreams
but there is no way away from times like these
… oh you know god loves us like we love our selves,
which makes a lot of sense to me about Hell