Time is a narcotic Loss of innocence has lost it's exotic thrill Self confidence increased With decreasing resistance To ubiquitous lies
In the darkness of years long passed Strong feelings glom up Like lighted matches Now the never extinguishing Neon of reason Superseded them
Time is a narcotic
Events stabbed wounds And words digged holes From where naivety poured out It has been well replaced By what is called experience
There are same rare flickers of wondering How painless the procedure all in all went And then, a vestige of shame: Have I really thought to be stronger than all the others?
Don't fight, don't try Accept, believe, feel, think, dream But don't try not to lie Because time is a narcotic
Looks In Tenebris Standing at the open grave Grief and tears and pain Maybe you are lucky And the narcotic works:
The Lord will be my shepherd And Jesus gives me live Eternally and merciful On the other side
Watching the news day after day Disney warfare and blood Maybe you know more than me And look behind the task:
There's no thing like corruption There's just one jewish plot There's no thing like mere violence There are strange powers involved
Millions of dead in black and white The date is forty-five Maybe you're intelligent And discovered a lie:
There is a plan in everything So history makes sense It's evolution developing to a glorious end
There are no explanations No consolations, not at all There's just the will Without illusions Not to fall, not to fall