May 11, 2019: "Apocalypse (New Beginning)," by Cycle of Hands
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LYRICS:
The Apocalypse This word from lips
Seems to eclipse Our duty to fix -
We are fixated On hopes faded
Avoiding choice Of efforts concentrated
Made afraid Isolated we stay
Not today we say As we pray and wait
For someone to take reigns And show us the way
Weighing down and wasting now
tasting bitter words And chewing doubt
Just ride it out And forget about
Forming and storming This social drought
Of apathy indifference Happy bliss of ignorance
Napping amidst impending risk
Wishing for justice to whisk
Away and judge the wicked
Ticking time as witness To minutes gone missing
This mission needs wind to lift it Swiftly
Whispers won’t win us The gust enough to
thrust us to harbor
Darkness hitting harder
And peaks appearing farther
Knees get weak and hearts harden
Beats starting to Get fewer and further
Hums and murmurs Nurture and urge
The herd to courage Instead of cursing
This occurrence This current Emergence
Merging with A surge of due Diligence
To protect Any innocence
Is this how you want to say
How you lived the last of your days
Head down mouth shut
Taking what they give - refusing to really live
WAKE UP
Before the day breaks
Shake off the sleep
That keeps you weak
LIFT UP
Miles to go before a pitstop
It’s not optional to slow
PICK UP
All the pieces leave what doesn’t
Help achieve our freedom
STAND UP
To the face of all who waste
The source of what we’re made of
SHAKE OFF
All the shackles and tackle
Those who hold the chains
BREAK OFF
From the path that leads us
Into the mouth of the machine
SHUT OFF
All the frequencies that sink
Your spirit until you’re wiped clean
TAKE OFF
To the the forest before us
ThAT can restore our chorus
Everything you thought you knew
It’s time to forget and start anew
It’s the last you thing you might want to do
But choose wisely or you will lose ya life easily
Feasibly there’s a chance we won’t make it
So take this space to strengthen
Haste is waste but no more time for patience
Running out of our sweet graces
So sorry this is what we are faced with
It should never have been so complicated
You deserve peace, love and separation
from these evil men who run on pure hatred
But It’s still not to late to turn the tables
There are many just like us just a ways a way
Our survival requires our due diligence
And bold resilience to these trials everyday