Story Behind the Song
While doing a deep investigation into the hidden motivations behind the rush to war in Iraq ("yeah, told you so--there never were any WMD!) it became very obvious that the whole issue was the tip of an iceberg. Imperialism in its many forms is driving us towards certain destruction. Actually, I think we've already ruptured the hull and the only lifeboats are the spiritual powers we must now nurture in order to save as many as possible. Call it bleak positivity; a strange mix indeed.
Lyrics
a twisted shadow spreads over the land
stealing funds for fictions, the empire represents
your line is so shallow, you cannot defend
these unread reasons, I call common sense
don't feel the tip (of the iceberg) as if, you don't play a role
let go and slip forthwith, down rabbit holes
get right with consequence, it lives in your soul
feel the love on your lips and speak without control
like a man at the gallows, you drop your judgements
soul sinister callous, yeah, you break sacraments!
I got plenty of power, in my spirit unrest
but always non-violent, as dear Martin suggests
don't feel the tip (of the iceberg) as if, you don't play a role
let go and slip forthwith, down rabbit holes
get right with consequence, it lives in your soul
feel the love on your lips and speak without control
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