The Way In

Well, we’ve made it to shore
But just where are we?
This place looks strange and very unfamiliar
Okay!
I followed the parade, crawled up on the stage
Told 'em what I’d seen, swallowed a grenade
Shot up from the grave, saw the end of days
Drank the yage, and woke up from a dream
I know that love’s supreme above everything
I saw a goddess locked inside a cage and propaganda flash on the projection
screen
Saw F-15s and death machines quell the praises of the most high that angels in
the heavens sing
Saw my own prejudice and deepest fears in a hall of mirrors plagued by the
illusion that we’re separate beings
And our collective sickness manifest through atoms split that strip flesh from
bone and sap the essence from a precious thing
Once upon a time I crashed on the sofa
Money makes the world go round, that’s what they told us
Got em' on the cuff, flipped em fast, met the quota
Then sat back and watched dough stack like pagodas
I followed the parade, strolled with the masses
Shot up from the grave, rose from the ashes
It’s Roddy Piper’s Ray Bans or rose-colored glasses
On the road to Damascus in the throws of controlled madness
I’ve been searchin for my brothers lost mind
Built myself a prison where I’m judged for thought crimes
Behind my eyes a thousand painted birds fly the coop
Driven by their thirst for knowledge and the urge to find the truth (Don't you
see?)
The sequence of events that lead me right here are a mix of sweet dreams and
collective nightmares
A pilgrimage through the vast wilderness
Where lost souls flood rivers with poison to feel like they exist
He who binds to himself a joy
Doth the winged life destroy
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sunrise
Don’t you see?