Nightmare in the city; desert in the plain A falling of Jerusalem, for the guardians are slain. Death, death in the city; tears, tears for the past For nothing that’s old seems destined to last. In a riveting world where everything’s new Including me and you.
Oh, you can have Nietzsche or Augustine, With his ‘Brave New World’ or his ‘Liberty and Sin’. Go throw off the shackles that bind you; break every ceiling of glass And see what you are left with, when every rule’s a thing of the past. When two plus two equals five, and a girl is a boy and a boy is a girl Then sell all you own and cast Satan the pearls. For nothing is stable when the world of the devil's dreams Falls like the lightning of Zeus with its blinding beams.
Here we fall, fall, fall right to the temple of baal Here are go, go, go rolling right off the rail.
Us, being in part a demon and in part a god, Given the lead and straight to our cross we’ll trod. Shooting ourselves with a rainbow, till the ink all bleeds into one And nothing remains but the wreck and decay of the fun. For fences are great to demolish, but once they are gone what then? A different power is rising to rule the sons of men. There will always be systems of value, and never a freedom from form And the new gods that are arriving will never keep anyone warm.
A few generations of tearing away at the buildings’ core, They sure had fun while it lasted, but ‘it ain’t no fun no more.’ For jumping fences is thrilling, until you have cleared them all, And no inheritance is left you but Adam and his fall. The death of God came first, then virtue was next to die, Now we are losing our minds as we cut off all the old ties. What will follow are the new gods, with a logic all of their own, And no one but true worshippers will find favor at their throne.
The rebel rebels in rebellion, right to a blackened wrong And the sayings of fools becomes the next wise song.
We don’t yet know who we are, as the old creeds slowly die, And the new are being tested on such as you and I. Yet quickly we are moving straight through a movable gate And to step on the brakes and reverse it, for that we are far too late. A generation has risen that ‘knoweth not Joseph’ at all, And a new order will be established and then it will wane and fall. For nothing is new or lasting but goodness and evil at war And thus it shall always continue, till evil and sin are no more.
Nightmare in the city; desert in the plain A falling of Jerusalem, for the guardians are slain. Death, death in the city; tears, tears for the past For nothing that’s old seems destined to last. In a riveting world where nothing is new Not even me or you.
Reflective Wanderer 