Point counterpoint The descending line, the human race's spiritual umbilical cord Path of the dead, the light at the end of the tunnel A compost heap, nature's futile upkeep The decision, the choice, the agonizing fear of sinning The leering lustful wanton thing A romantic heart in all it's bitter bondage Actions of a sort that's unforeseen
No resurrection, unless you want it to go on No right or wrong, no up or down Feelings of pity of hell fire's wrath Denying the reckless ambition of life The trial of living, the veil of ego's conceit Thinking one is ordained to control over men's destinies Hungry obsession to be bigger than everyone The hallway is long and it waits like the twilight zone The self righteous fool thought he played by the rules The tortured rich entombed with all their jewels And the transient men who have all been condemned But a heart burns brighter in many of them
Point counterpoint TV, church, school, parents, streets all with their disease What can be learned that is not known Everybody's yelling, nobody's telling Somebody's selling bad answers who's really qualified Rules, regulations, soul's inquisition Must I, should I, fear for my life Standing sentinel waits at the doorway Patiently watching the gateway tonight
No resurrection, unless you walk into the sun No right or wrong, no up or down Feelings of pity of hell fire's wrath Denying the reckless ambition of life
Point counterpoint The developing soul, the primitive cold age old experiment Humanity screams the survival of an endangered species Plot in the Earth replanting the garden of love Rules, regulations, soul's inquisition Must I, should I, fear for my life Standing sentinel waits at the doorway Patiently watching the gateway tonight
No resurrection, unless you want it to go on No right or wrong, no up or down Feelings of pity of hell fire's wrath Denying the reckless ambition of life The trial of living the veil of ego's conceit Thinking one is ordained to control over men's destinies Hungry obsession to be bigger than everyone The hallway is long and it waits like the twilight zone The self righteous fool thought he played by the rules The tortured rich entombed with all their jewels And the transient men who have all been condemned But a heart burns brighter in many of themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
