When they hunted with rocks
And threw their spears
They never dreamed of the world ahead
Survival
Their sole concern
Kill to live
Let the fires burn…

Change the world!
We should all be kings
Why must we do what everyone says?
Let us go in our own way —
Live to kill!
May they one day pay…

Lost in tradition
The silent expedition
Marches wearily through the words
Of society
Left out in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Hoping to gain notoriety

From the classrooms
To the streets
The children of the world
Are born again!
Fight
Scream
Play
Cry
Hope
Pray
Always try
To stay alive
Don’t let the fire die…

Standing on the edge
Pushed to the limit
But always looking ahead
To the rainbow’s end
Searching for that pot of gold

Kicked in the face
Knocked off balance
Fall to the ground
Get up off the ground
Pull yourself out of the hole

How can we keep on going
Time and time again
Where do we find the courage
To continue a lifetime trend
We give our all
But take a fall
Then get back on our feet —
We take a dive
But stay alive
How many times can we stand the heat?

Day after day
We go out in the world
Looking for something new
Something else to do
Instead we find the same

To reach the summit
And get pushed off
It sure must hurt sometimes
So why not run and hide?
Instead we play the game…

Moving from a point of lesser concentration
To a point of higher density
Goes against the normal actions
Of expansions and contractions
Of the mobile society

In a small town, USA
Neighbors live far away
And don’t know what to say
To each other when they meet
Must move to city streets
Absorb the coastal heat

The concentration gradient is higher than before
Space is needed to expand
But no one leaves the crowded lights
After reaching fabled heights
Or exposing secret plans

Don’t diffuse into the countryside
Flow with the tide
Take no time to decide
If this is the way to go
Stay with the rest
To compete and do best
Or fail and see
That you’d rather be
In a small town, USA…

Thunder of the earth beneath their feet
Dust cloud follows their lead
Sound of gunfire above their heads
Spurs demanding more speed
How much further to go
How long until they rest
How much longer is the test

Ride into the sunset
Different heroes on their backs
They come and go — never given
Opportunity to relax

Not concerned about the color of the flag
Or the message that we speak
Not concerned about the clothes we wear
Or the treasures that we seek

Ride into the sunset
Different heroes sing their songs
Alone they search for freedom
Together we ride on

Gallop off to ride against their own
We want them there to see
What we do to our fellow kind
In the name of greed
It’s all been done before
Is there nothing more…

Adjust the mirror — put the seat up
Can’t wait to hit the morning road
Start it up — rev it higher
Exhaust paints the pavement — smog mode

See the pale blue sedan at the corner
A faint shadow behind the wheel
Curly gray hair peeking over the dash
Is this demon of steel for real

Eight a.m. and they’re all on the road as criminals
Everyday they take the same course
Fighting each other — opposing forces
They battle it out
They curse and shout
And drive without remorse
The Driver must survive

A game without any rules
Every driver is out of time
They’re either late or they want to be early
Unless you’re caught, it’s not a crime

If the tape deck isn’t working
Then the system becomes perverse
Sunglasses shade responsibility
And the situation gets much worse

It’s true you can tell a person by the way he drives
Though they’re professional in every way
They test their skill every day
With dodges and swerves
Defying the curves
Not taking time to play
It takes hard work to survive

When night falls upon the dissension of peace
The Driver becomes renascent
The rules of the game have changed again
And nothing remains innocent

Just keep on driving — you never know
Just how far you can go

Driver do yes — he’ll be okay
Driver do no — the same
Driver do kind of “in between”
Driver will lose the game…

Irrational decision
Ignorance second-guessed
To find the solution
That ultimately seems best

Conditional surrender
To voluntary control
Consequence awareness
Takes unfamiliar hold

With split-second appeal
We can change our mind
As second base we steal
The crowd can be quite unkind
As the tick of the second-hand
Makes the pressure strong
Our second thoughts
Could prove to be wrong

Rational indecision
Afforded seconds less
Can’t take foolish chances
On choices made under duress

Horrendous conditions
Forced on you each day
Logic and emotion
Each have their roles to play

Asking for second opinions
Hoping to survive
Deserving of a second chance
To live out our lives
As the tick of the second-hand
Makes our skin feel tight
Our second thoughts
Could turn out to be right

Called upon to decide
And make the final choice
We close our eyes to hear the voice
That will help us save our pride…

Decision by religion
Make way for reality
He’s got to make himself
A place in society

He’s got nothing else to live for
Except pure existence
His mind and body are
Drained of resistance

He’s lost all his dreams
Torn apart at the seams…

He’s had to live alone
These past few years
He’s had to wipe away
The well-worn tears

And he’s gone on to live a life
Of loneliness and seclusion
He’s had to put out of his mind
His sorrow and delusion

Locomotion and emotion
Lost in reality
Never to be found again
In society

Illusion and confusion
Distressing memories
Recurring nightmares
Of tragedies

And he stares at the open sky
Constantly wondering why…

Somewhere underground —
Underworld — changing of the guards
Bad judgement when they needed good
Unlucky draw of the cards

Vanished from the face of the earth
Retired at an early age
Time to bring the new kid in
Start him at a higher wage

Somewhere in office —
Overworld — changing of the fools
Tried when someone else was watching
Caught while breaking the rules

Get down and start a whole new life
Reached the end of the line
Go on home and fish awhile
Now that you’ve paid the fine

Slip them through the woodwork
Filter out the embarrassments
Must keep the package neatly wrapped
Hide apparent nuisance
Decrease the public awareness
Must keep the bottle tightly capped
And out of sight

Somewhere in town —
Around town — prejudicial scars
Always someone unwanted
In schools, at work, in bars

Cast out onto decaying streets
Just keep away from here
We don’t want you anymore
Just don’t come near…

Do you know it’s been a year
It’s been too long, the time is near
You’ve got to change your style and your mind
Because you see it’s just a matter of time

Pick up your feet and don’t be late
You’ve got to set yourself up straight
And then you show how you can dance
And then you prove how you didn’t blow your last chance…

You’re number one and you’re having fun
Because you see you no longer run
And you have got some credit due
I never thought you’d ever pull through

Prepare yourself for future tense
And of the day when you don’t make sense
You have to take a bow to all your fans
And show them that you didn’t blow your last chance…

Time rushes around me
Life passes me by
Making it hard to try
But the more I move forward
The more that I see
What’s in store for me

I can’t help but to go on
And learn the questions
To the answers I’ve found
Show me the light
And show me the way

Labyrinth of life
Leaving the mind mystified
The soul in disarray
I guess that I’m alone
In finding my way

Cars rushing around me
People passing me by
Not offering to help me try
But the more I move forward
The more that I see
People are following me…