There's something in the fringes of your mind
That keeps you up all night
The Spirit of the Ages softly whispering in your head
You're out of your mind - it says the higher mouth
As in this sorry nation two and two results in shame
I've tried to confide in someone
Find shelter from decay
My hand leaned on someone's
To feel the acid in the taste
But I'm not afraid
And I'm not humane
Our souls float, unaware of the scale of the awakening
The fear is whole, consuming us through the crisis
"The crisis - is a crisis in consciousness, a crisis that cannot any more accept the old norms. Man is still, as he was, brutal, violent, aggressive, competitive, and he has built a society along these lines" Jiddu Krishnamurti 1966
That keeps you up all night
The Spirit of the Ages softly whispering in your head
You're out of your mind - it says the higher mouth
As in this sorry nation two and two results in shame
I've tried to confide in someone
Find shelter from decay
My hand leaned on someone's
To feel the acid in the taste
But I'm not afraid
And I'm not humane
Our souls float, unaware of the scale of the awakening
The fear is whole, consuming us through the crisis
"The crisis - is a crisis in consciousness, a crisis that cannot any more accept the old norms. Man is still, as he was, brutal, violent, aggressive, competitive, and he has built a society along these lines" Jiddu Krishnamurti 1966