The Lines have Blurred
The Blurs have Lines
And somewhere therein
Lies Life.
Boundaries, Rules, Grays, Rights.
It’s all a bit Black but White
Hell yeah, that’s Heaven I see
In every single moral victory
But then I see, And I see again
The Moral seems a-moral from Here
But Here is Here
And When I am There
I am Me and I am Me Again
The Lines have Blurred
The Blurs have Lines
And somewhere therein
Lies Life.
The Social is a Social Net
And I well know what’s in a Net
Structure, Habit, Drill, and Norm
Leaders, Bosses, Gurus and All
Active, Passive, Real Deals
They all want a piece of Real Steel
Hard of Soft, whatever the stance
The focus is on this One Land.
They Cut It, Tie It, Tear It Up
In whatever Guise, in whatever Form
Government, Orders Chaotic push
Protest, Activism, Someotheritism
It’s One and the Same Whoever Preaches.
They All figure we need the preaching
They plead, push, shove and grovel
The end goal is to guilt Us into Submission
The Lines have Blurred
The Blurs have Lines
And somewhere therein
Lies Life.
I Live, I Wake, I Dream, I Sleep
What They Want is I Work, I Work,
I Live, I Live, I say Yes, I Leave
The Good Is Good
The Good Is Bad
The Left Is Right
And The Right Is Bad
The Bad Is White
And The White Is Black
The Lines have Blurred
The Blurs have Lines
And Therein Somewhere
I Must Find Life
And Therein Somewhere
I Must Find Life
And Therein Somewhere
I Must Find Life
