From the recording philoSophia
Lyrics
All this destruction confusion pollution
We need a solution to get this revolution in motion so we’re not just surviving and coping, we’re thriving
I’m hoping this is what’ll save us in this smog of mystery
We can’t miss the target, good thing it’s becoming clearer
And you and me are straining to see the vision unfolding
With freedom in our hands, we’re not folding
Rope tow, hey do me a favor and cut me loose so I can be free
My arms are tired and this tug of war is rigged anyway
So you and me are draining and straining to see
This vision of the best decisions
Pay attention to the mission
What is this unfolding?
With freedom in our hands we’re not folding
We’ll see what we make, this world is just like clay
It’s all in our hands
What will we do with this now?
We’ve gotta save ourselves, maybe get some help, be a little humble just bumbling around
Is now or never, everything’s at stake
Forever is the aim
This is not a game
Is anyone listening? (Now?)
