Time goes by so slow these days

I can almost watch the trees moving

Silently, back into the earth

Sometimes I can't even remember

How many of my dearest friends

Have been taken, by the promise of

Total consciousness or whatever else

Timothy Leary had to say

How many have fallen, seeing visions

Always turning, looking behind their

Backs for something, something that

Is never there

I'm sure for one second they saw the whole

Picture and it scared them more than anything

In the world, and so they tucked it away

And now they're gone, taken by a false dream

If God existed, he wouldn't allow people

To live their lives with false ideals, with grand

Illusions of total control and enlightenment

With images of a savior blocking the exit sign

If God existed I'd tell him to fuck off,

Because he made a world so full of beauty and

Despair, sometimes I can't take it all, sometimes

I need a break

There are too many prophets with the answer

Too many corporate demy-gods, too many

Unfeeling well-wishers, looking through

The glass into a life their glad they don't

Have to deal with

Too many aching souls, living in a cage

Too many suns that have never been able

To even let out the smallest glimpse of light

Too much death, too much greed

Too many life-hungry addicts, dying to breathe

Too many empty streets, filled to the brim

With empty memories

And there is too little of a fucking chance

For anyone with a dream of peace or of life

Or for anyone with a hope that someone

They love will stay alive, and nothing

Wrong will ever come to them or the

Things that hold dear