Each hour lasts a lifetime (The years fly by) Is every moment a valuable treasure (or just a waste of time)? Part truth, part fiction The facsimile of the blur between this grey reality An illustration, this demonstration (A condemnation of this conflagration) I don’t recognize me You won’t recognize me This is my art and it is dangerous A rebellious act of defiance Forming multitudes from one Raised voices instead of guns Passion instead of hate Spontaneity instead of fate Am I screaming into the void, the great unknown? Can a single voice have meaning? Sometimes the light seeps in and I burn up like the sun These are the joyous moments, beautiful to behold Left wandering the desert and asking why But then I reach an oasis that saves my life Quench my thirst until it’s sated Seems like it’s never abated So I’m going somewhere I’m going nowhere I’m going somewhere I’m going nowhere! Can a single voice have meaning? Even if I had a choice, would I make a change at all? I’m going somewhere I’m going nowhere
I love it. Have to agree with still bummed: this packs an emotional punch but rocks hard. I've played this whole album repeatedly over the last week which is unusual for me. Exhilarating, poignant, intelligent, melodic. Robin Ward