For the Dying - Undying

Lost to stagnant waters of apathy

That have been flooded by ignorance

The spirit of revolution, of change, of cause

Suffering silently, cast aside and forgotten

Hungers for a better day

And are we dead within these cages we are sold?

So close your eyes, pretend to dream as you grow cold

This culture has been crippled by the emptiness of life lived

With nothing and no one to die for

In this darkness so thick with no hint of light

We cling to the promises of science and technology

All the wonderwork modern miracles leading us Always and all ways

To one ancient vision, one way to live

And we submit, ruled by the lies we have been told

So lift your head, pretend to feel as you grow cold

What are we waiting for?

In the comfort of naivety

What are we living for?

Awaiting the death that silence brings

what can we offer this world in which we have taken

more than our share?

And all that we give, all we will spare

Is a festering greed for that which was never ours

and always what to not-see, what to not-hear

what to do and how to live

Clenched fingers numb and weary

White-knuckled and gripping tight

To who we are, what we are, no more and no less

Hopelessly satisfied with the filth we have created

Never striving for anything beyond mere survival

Yet surprised by these feelings of loss

Thirsting for something more than this life

But unwilling to make it our own

Patient we wait for that last fleeting breath

Unfulfilled, unknown

But I will not stand by I will not stand by