I hear all the old songs in new ways
What beast is it that has flow into my ear?
Surrounded by the suffering we've inflicted upon ourselves
I face the curved surface that holds my knowledge and see the myopic distortion
We were invited to dance
Don't you know that the Songs created the world?
Love songs
Laments
Yearning tunes
Angelic refrains
Ancient sounds of origins
the songs of birth, life
and death
of our hearts
Why did we pick up a stone and throw it through the center of the love?
and break the light that sang the Songs that made us whole?
We are destruct-ors when we could have been creators
we should have danced
