Fools ever clambering for the pulpit
A moment's thought is a lifetime wisdom
Dress fickle desire in a cloak of philosophy
Paint your brown fur with peacock colours
Seek meaning or seek notoriety
The search for purpose is an endless plummet
So build a bridge of borrowed words
And tell us what you have made
Speak
Flock to herd is pack
They run and always bleating
Speaking
Speak
See how the dancer twists and coils
Before its audience of comrades and strangers
Draws aside the shimmering veils
To reveal a cloak of rhetoric
Malformed cretin bandaged in words
And the spirit quivers
Curled foetal within a womb of pretence
Flock to herd is pack
They run and always bleating
Speaking
Speak
Behold!
It is louder than thunder, the great quake,
The earth trembles at the mighty roar of the parrot flock
A war of regurgitation forms an ocean of bile
Flock to herd is pack
They run and always bleating
Speaking
Speak
A moment's thought is a lifetime wisdom
Dress fickle desire in a cloak of philosophy
Paint your brown fur with peacock colours
Seek meaning or seek notoriety
The search for purpose is an endless plummet
So build a bridge of borrowed words
And tell us what you have made
Speak
Flock to herd is pack
They run and always bleating
Speaking
Speak
See how the dancer twists and coils
Before its audience of comrades and strangers
Draws aside the shimmering veils
To reveal a cloak of rhetoric
Malformed cretin bandaged in words
And the spirit quivers
Curled foetal within a womb of pretence
Flock to herd is pack
They run and always bleating
Speaking
Speak
Behold!
It is louder than thunder, the great quake,
The earth trembles at the mighty roar of the parrot flock
A war of regurgitation forms an ocean of bile
Flock to herd is pack
They run and always bleating
Speaking
Speak