So much style without substance So much stuff without style It's hard to recognize the real thing It comes along once in a while Like a rare and precious metal beneath a ton of rock It takes some time and trouble to separate from the stock You sometimes have to listen to a lot of useless talk
Shapes and forms against the norm Against the run of the mill Swimming against the stream Life in two dimensions is a mass production scheme
So much poison in power, the principles get left out So much mind on the matter, the spirit gets forgotten about Like a righteous inspiration overlooked in haste Like a teardrop in the ocean, a diamond in the waste Some world-views are spacious And some are merely spaced
Against the run of the mill Static as it seems We break the surface tension with our wild kinetic dreams Curves and lines Of grand designs...