From the recording Toil
Lyrics
The good times seem to be the old times
They're really all the same time
If we control our time, If we control our time
Can we make it a really good time?
Through all our journey's we find our mind's eye
Secretly hiding the truth we unwind
Through the deception we seek for our light
Feel your soul turning, feel your soul turning
Fear is returning
We loose control
You can take my money, You can take my dog
You can tell me honey I been lying like a log
You can take my whiskey, You can take my home
But ya better not mess with my mind honey
Ya better leave that alone
You might think I lost it
But it was gone long ago
What I can't seem to understand?
How come I'm the one tha lost my mind?
And.. It was those words that caused me to sink?
Looking deep inside, can we find the strength?
for turning a bad time into a happy place
Is it in our soul, can we break control
Do I make me sad? Can I make me glad?
Those in control tampering with souls
All of our heros setting up the trap
worry is a waste, lets put all our minds on..
The good times seem to be the old times
They're really all the same time
If we control our time, If we control our time
Can we make it a really good time?
fear keeps returning to conquer our minds
program the masses so we will not rise
keep us all lazy complacient and weak
Keep souls returning, keep souls returning,
entrapped and enslaved
The bloodlines await