When the timing and delivery is crucial
to the meaning that comes out of me
I don't need to make the blind see
But I doubt if they could tell me
what the color be
It's superficial but reality
And it's good and it's bad
And it's freedom of expression, agreed . . .
The fine line is human interpretation
To reduce and redefine
The rehumanization
And the clock strikes down
And the people are free
and what we do with the freedom
Is what comes sweeping over me
The funny thing change
Will not change the mission
Cuz the hope that isn't there
Is only part of the condition
And the peace runs low
As the word runs free
Until destruction is the function
Of creative insincerity
And this is what we are
But maybe what we should not be
So why is it always pouring out of me?
Well, I just don't know
It's pathetic and aesthetic
But I'm ready to go
Man is the measure of all thing, they say
But the standard for the measurement
Keeps moving away
Aristotle saw the world
But he couldn't see through it
Socrates drank the poison
But society drew it
and we go down, down, down
To the center of town
With all the hookers and the johns
Just standing around
The young men sell crack
To subsidize their education
They get ten long years
To graduate their alienation
And the clock strikes down
And the people are free
and they say I don't really mind
Cuz I got mine for me
And you say that it's the world
But it shouldn't use a part of me
You say it's only human
It looks more like inhumanity
And the clock strikes down
And the path is unknown
Until the fuse that holds society
together is blown
What the world needs now is love in the heart
And Christ to bring together
What's falling apart
