It's the dawn
of the long existential angst
the antacid blues
and your bleary eyed dreams
The backdrop
to a mundane 9 to 5 life
serving remote ends
to obliquely set themes
Catch a flight to Amsterdam
three days to get your mind off things
Timeless skies and atmosphere
sphere to sphere
and rings to rings
Caught in a moment of the illusion of self-sovereignty
Lost in a moment of the illusion of self-sovereignty
Paved the way
to a new born light
centered in the core of your mind
unrestrained and not yet tamed
it glares at you thru the
cracks in what you know
and beckons you to go
an unfamiliar way
And the distant howling of the wolves
and the impending collapse of all time
belie the distress of the client
who wants to know which outfit to buy
And one day
overwhelmed by the sense
of your own sarcastic humor
in your ego's last defense
The sunrise at your back
and so with your commute
now instead another track
to create a new you
Thirty hours driving
to an underdeveloped land
where your ID is your handshake
and you hold your life in your hands
Is this the height of madness
or the height of majesty?
Is this really the answer
or purely insanity
In the fields thru the day
sun's blinding light
a man who works with his hands
and a sense of pride
fills you like ice
and for the first time in your life, you sleep soundly at night
Dust you are,
and to dust you shall return
to the ground
Dust you are,
and to dust you shall return
to the ground
filling all the words
with meaning
building kingdoms tall
you think you know
what it's all about
you've cleared your system and you've figured it out
Dust you are,
and to dust you shall return
to the ground
Dust you are,
and to dust you shall return
to the ground
Those you've left behind still wait
watchful eyes fixed on the gate
missing person on the wall
object of the manhunt's call
but you've found your calling
you have found your calling
on you're knees you bow
and with your tongue confess
memories do not grow dim
and your family won't give in
but for you it's far behind
An other life you've left behind
and you've found your calling
you have found your calling
on you're knees you bow
and with your tongue confess
That you have found your calling
I look up to the sky
is there a heaven
why am I?
And is there some justice
or anything I owe
to the life that I've abandoned
And the silence of the evening
so vast so high
sends my thoughts backwards
But that life ? it seems too painful to me
and I feel inside
that here I'll remain
for the rest of my life
Several months now I've been free
and I've come to see
I can escape from the city and the job and the family
but everythings the same
I can't escape the shame
now I know what I did not know
me
it's a problem I can't flee
the same in the country as the city
can't shrug it off
It's the dawn
of the long existential angst
the seltzer blues
and your bleary eyed dreams
The backdrop
to a mundane long day in the fields
serving remote ends
to obliquely set themes
of the long existential angst
the antacid blues
and your bleary eyed dreams
The backdrop
to a mundane 9 to 5 life
serving remote ends
to obliquely set themes
Catch a flight to Amsterdam
three days to get your mind off things
Timeless skies and atmosphere
sphere to sphere
and rings to rings
Caught in a moment of the illusion of self-sovereignty
Lost in a moment of the illusion of self-sovereignty
Paved the way
to a new born light
centered in the core of your mind
unrestrained and not yet tamed
it glares at you thru the
cracks in what you know
and beckons you to go
an unfamiliar way
And the distant howling of the wolves
and the impending collapse of all time
belie the distress of the client
who wants to know which outfit to buy
And one day
overwhelmed by the sense
of your own sarcastic humor
in your ego's last defense
The sunrise at your back
and so with your commute
now instead another track
to create a new you
Thirty hours driving
to an underdeveloped land
where your ID is your handshake
and you hold your life in your hands
Is this the height of madness
or the height of majesty?
Is this really the answer
or purely insanity
In the fields thru the day
sun's blinding light
a man who works with his hands
and a sense of pride
fills you like ice
and for the first time in your life, you sleep soundly at night
Dust you are,
and to dust you shall return
to the ground
Dust you are,
and to dust you shall return
to the ground
filling all the words
with meaning
building kingdoms tall
you think you know
what it's all about
you've cleared your system and you've figured it out
Dust you are,
and to dust you shall return
to the ground
Dust you are,
and to dust you shall return
to the ground
Those you've left behind still wait
watchful eyes fixed on the gate
missing person on the wall
object of the manhunt's call
but you've found your calling
you have found your calling
on you're knees you bow
and with your tongue confess
memories do not grow dim
and your family won't give in
but for you it's far behind
An other life you've left behind
and you've found your calling
you have found your calling
on you're knees you bow
and with your tongue confess
That you have found your calling
I look up to the sky
is there a heaven
why am I?
And is there some justice
or anything I owe
to the life that I've abandoned
And the silence of the evening
so vast so high
sends my thoughts backwards
But that life ? it seems too painful to me
and I feel inside
that here I'll remain
for the rest of my life
Several months now I've been free
and I've come to see
I can escape from the city and the job and the family
but everythings the same
I can't escape the shame
now I know what I did not know
me
it's a problem I can't flee
the same in the country as the city
can't shrug it off
It's the dawn
of the long existential angst
the seltzer blues
and your bleary eyed dreams
The backdrop
to a mundane long day in the fields
serving remote ends
to obliquely set themes