Big Sky

Why is the sky wide open Yet we close so many doors

For so many years man, I was just hoping That I could handle what might be in store

But with it's oppresive alienation I developed a morbid fascination

Desparate dreams always assimilated and absorbed Into the meaningless Of intricate lucidity

And it's so much fucking more than lament What I see in their faces And in this shattered mirror There's no clarity in humanity's Apathy and shame

We have to move before the setting of the cement Because reality is such an ephemeral game If I could just reach one of you If just one of you could reach me

In this darkness of overt apathy, shame and dumbed down slumber

Connection of style, love and life to regain From the darkness that I stoically keep at bay This Fog I restrain