Ceano "Sleep"

Misanthropic

We walk hypnotized but not blind to the ways of our kind

So many still believe that a life not tasted is a life wasted

We who walk so tall and proud… 
Claiming our righteousness so loud

Hiding behind our corporations, our religions, our terror

Never claiming responsibility for our ways, our errors

Teachers that seldom learn and prophets that choose to burn

These hypocrites, politicians, parasites, priests, and freaks

The fanatics who have been swallowing whole the feast

Believing it’s their right, not their responsibility…

God’s mortals, gluttons, either bitter or driven

Craving any suitable or worthy distraction…

Hiding behind our laws, our cures, our reasons, our whores

Chasing the winds that whisper inside their wombs

Telling us to absorb and treasure each moment 
On our way to the tomb

We hold nothing true, nothing sacred, nothing whole

Reflecting the true image of our empty souls

These choices and oceans within have drowned us in sin

Ignoring any wisdom, building our acquisitions

We witness and question, but still play the victim

Blaming everyone else for our inescapable positions

Each of us dreaming, begging and screaming

We haven’t even come together, let alone come clean…

To the fact that we are all slaves
Beings incapable of change

As we continue to float on this fluffy white wave

Holding onto that nothing, what little there is left to save

Pretty pictures soon to shatter and crumble to the ground

Words all too familiar and meaningless
Nothing but the sound

The resonating voice of that once forgiving God, now gone..

We weren’t meant to live this way

And we weren’t meant to last this long

And not even the holiest among us 
Could pretend to be that strong

But the time is coming to tear down every institution

And show the body of lies it was built upon

A culture that rapes the world that’s given us life

Feeding like parasites
Sucking up even the Sun’s rays of light

A race that burns the ears of those who hear truth

And live to break them, making them just like you

Religions of fear
Marketing the promise in some far off heaven of bliss

Justifying our excuses and freedoms 
In exchange for the lives we live

The sins of our ancestors, their shame
Its still our name

Our religions that feed us blind faith

The opiate of the masses, the links to our chains…

An inkling to something somehow pre-known

The body shakes as its revealed to the soul

Awakening, ripening, blistering, ready to overflow

As this day draws near, we’ll begin to see

Each of us, the ones who will bleed

When that smoke envelops us, and our blood soaks us

Eventually dismembered by our own beliefs…

Realizing that all of this faith in something great

No longer means anything on this prophesized day

And no imagination, nor quiet moments of desperation

Could have seen this coming…

No ounce of hope left in being left alive

No more promises of doing it right this time

Cursed, derived from our loss of faith

Knowing now that not even in dirt could we be saved

The little things which once mattered the most

The little words that long ago comforted the soul

Forced finally into letting go of all we believe we know…

And all will stare into a sky so black

Questioning what could possibly be given back

And our eyes will glaze as we gaze

With all who once believed 
They would be the ones saved

Watching every ambition crumble

Now hollow in their embrace
Leaving no one to escape…

And those who look up to the sky

Will watch in awe as it burns their eyes

This animal will accept nothing less

Than hers, mine, and your own flesh

Fall we will and bleed our worth

Wasted once and for all into the earth

Bleeding the ground beneath us red

Feeding the worms all that’s in our heads

Drowning in the damage and suffocation

Through hopeless words that grasp the throat

Seeking the deep and bleeding to see

Now reaping all that we have sown…

And as it whispers in our ears

Festering the darkest manifestation of our fears

Finally facing this world we’ve denied

All the truths that have crept out in our lies

No refuge, no wrong, no right… 
Nothing left, not even the light

Now abandoned in our own arrogance

For lack of understanding the basic elements of balance

Regret now a poison, sitting bitter upon our tongues

Knowing only now that what’s done is truly done

And the oceans turn to sand and the sand then to dust

All these gifts taken for granted, now meaningless…

Slowly we forget and drown in our greed

The circle is complete and evolution now agrees

At that time some will say they knew this then

This too will be meaningless once again

And everything will end that once began…

Lyrics ⓒ 2006 Shawn Michael Quinn