My Lament

The Soilseeker

My Lament


Like everyone's so tired of this world
The routine of being and the lack of time
Hate and envy, exhaustion and fear
It becomes time to evaluate ourselves

A constant motion turns like the wheel of torture
We are the victims of the new world
Saddled up with stress & depression
Over-charged psyches can no longer handle

Intolerance, egocentrism & isolation
Subconscious phobia & hyperventilation
All finally leads to the final station
It becomes time to evaluate ourselves

And blaming society would be easy
It you're not part of it
And spoken words are easy
It you're not practising what you preach

The cause is you, living like haunted cattle
Struggling through life like if it's a final battle
We could travel back to the primitive state of savage man
And be sensitive to the powers that be
And break the tension and restoring the broken chain
And feel connection with the soil, the source.

We could feel the warmth around us
The flowing energy through our bodies
But we don't as there's no time left
It becomes time to evaluate ourselves

The cause is you, living like haunted cattle
Struggling through life like if it's a final battle