Where Man Becomes Master: A Collection
Dedicated to: All those who agreed to define us.
There's a line that they walk
when they want to be relieved of madness.
I see it in my dreams.
They scream (like indie kings),
"I am a soul, and nothing more!"
But they're in a sound-proof state
above an underground lake,
and they know the systems are crumbling.
Like Subterranean waters, they're cosmos kids.
They just wish they had something
better to give.
They know they didn't agree to this.
They were given ecstasy and opiates.
They were given notebooks for their pockets.
And on the smaller, smaller scale,
they alone are the light-givers.
We know in this new age, with their new kids,
they couldn't have agreed to this.