Pull me from this wretched land
...where scars abound.
Those pompous fools!
Still... sifting through that wasted dirt.
Cutting the air with their needy knives,
as they mine this planets last orifice.
Fettered here in time.
This world is dark!
Take me from this place,
I must embark.
From these Knaves and their Cotters.
Together, they are the Potters,
Still turning that ghastly wheel.
Me?
My Fathers' Fathers son...
Bred again in some sterile sound. Where,
bottled genetics are handed down.
Again, they have passed the seed.
Damned am I ...by their deed!
So, here I sit.
In a room barely lit.
...Powered by some subtle wind.
Blowing in the air somewhere...
Distant and thin.
above this dark hole, my home.
I won't stay, I must go!
I will not be my fathers'
home grown Son.
They have nothing,
I would dare to carry on.
They dream as one.
And of nothing.
Mother Earth;
Has nearly died.
All we do...
Is try to fight the tide
...of Change
Sad... all has been lost.
Now, do we know the cost?
