Pushing The Paradigm

I woke with worn hands and heavy feet

In the cave I dug when I fell asleep between dreams.

If I had that shovel, I'd bury the laws

That taught us to imitate man's greatest flaws

We'll rethink the wars

We wage on unknown shores

And how we insist the world

Marches to our drums

What if we screamed for the day

When words like these don't seem so far away?

What if it started with the way we looked at our decay?

And if all we need is what's

Scattered here beneath our feet

Smithereens of the ideas that melted

Into chaos from convention's heat

Constantly eclipsed by long-term job security,

Then we're falling short.

If I could just see a face,

Get a glimpse

Of the way we would look

If we stepped out of the dark

Find a cure for spinning backwards

Just because we're moving,

Doesn't mean we're moving forwards.

So you can let the lights of your plastic society

Radiate against the nighttime smog

Convinced this world is brighter.

But if we only learn to chase the dollar

And all the evils that every dead president gladly welcomed

Then may good fortune follow us into the fire.