Seven o'clock in the morning
Got a message from afar
Down under an oasis where there are
Dreams still being born
And summer spoke to winter
Relaying all encouraging words
And I was fully grateful
Mutant messages were heard
Moved onfrom my despondency
And left it in the bed
Do I leave it there still
Sleeping or maybe kill it better yet?
For this is no time for depression
Or self indulgent hesitance
This fucked-up situation
Calls for all hands, hands on deck
Freedom is as freedom does
And freedom is a verb
They giveth and they taketh and you fight
To keep that what you've earned
We saw the destination
Got so close before its turned
Swim sideways from this undertow
And do not be deterred
Floodlight dreams go drifting past
All the lies we could've had
Distant loves floating above
Close these eyes. They've seen enough
( Em )
Caught the butterfly, broke its wing
Then put it on display
Stripped of all its beauty once it
Could not fly high away
Still alive like a passer-by
Overdosed on gamma rays
Another "God's" creation destined
To be thrown away
Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse
Come forged the north and west
Then there's Sitting Bullshit
As our sitting president
Talking to his mirror, whats he say
What's it say back?
A tragedy of errors, who'll be last
To have a laugh?
His best days gone, hard to admit
Throwing angry punches with nothing to hit
Luminous thoughts were once all he had
Fading lights, lost eloquence
There's still a fire in the engine room
Knows relief will be coming soon
What's to be done
Carve a path for Rivers reign
Much to be done
Oceans rising with the waves
Hold by these thoughts
They refuse to slip away
Hangman in dreamland
About to call your name
Much to be done
Much to be
Much to be done
Much to be
Much to be done
Much to be
Much to be done