Living in the wake of storms
I find raw life
Experience ripe
rendered from the bones of the past
Was it meant to be this way
No I say to thee
Life was meant for other things
Life was meant to be free
We pay to play
We pay to leave
Caught in this misleading mist
Constantly we drown each other
In the materialist abyss
When will we wake up
Take up arms
Free our minds
Break our bonds
Love one another
Take up song
Center ourselves
Be one with another
Entire communities
of sisters and brothers
Living life for what its worth
May rid the world of all its hurt
I find raw life
Experience ripe
rendered from the bones of the past
Was it meant to be this way
No I say to thee
Life was meant for other things
Life was meant to be free
We pay to play
We pay to leave
Caught in this misleading mist
Constantly we drown each other
In the materialist abyss
When will we wake up
Take up arms
Free our minds
Break our bonds
Love one another
Take up song
Center ourselves
Be one with another
Entire communities
of sisters and brothers
Living life for what its worth
May rid the world of all its hurt
