Magma
By Indi Riverflow | July 18, 2013
Where greedy ghosts babble on
The living giving them power
To decide where lines are drawn
Facts from fractured fairy tales
I thought we’d long outgrown
But the truth which never fails
Is carved right in our bones
{Chorus}
Looking for linings of silver
Hidden in folds of fear
I’m swimming in a river
Of pure flowing gold
Coming up with diamonds in my ears
I wonder at the songs of birds
Can they be as empty as overheard words?
Sometimes shouted and sometimes slurred
While the wisest sits alone and unheard
The roughest voices say nothing new
Parroting terror with nary a clue
Ruling the roost by cockle-doodle doo
Crowing grating greed and slanted views
{Bridge}
Some secrets may not be meant for man
Washed up from far-flung shores
Wrongly wrought pyramid plans
By which they can build many more
Leaving lines of mines in the sand
They have spoiled lands before
They give birth to monsters and
Man are they hungry for war
But every empire falls into the fire
Or famine, or plague, or flood
Drowned in desire or tangled in wire
Wheels of progress stuck in the mud
Does it make me anti-humanist
If I rooted for Vesuvius?
All the monuments of dogma
Melt under mountains moving magma
All the monuments of dogma
Melt under mountains moving magma
{Chorus}
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