Guiding Line

Do you really dare
To ask that fat priest there?
He’s got his hands full

You want to tell your boss
You’re alone and lost
But it’s no good

All the folks you know
They’re playing out their roles
And they won’t budge

If you do something wild
You’ll end up at a trial
With an old judge

He’ll say there’s no
Place for this in the grid
Didn’t you know?
When you came into this
There was no hole to go
When you got lost from your soul

You don’t want to buy the hype
That you witness every night
On your flat screen

But it’s eating up your time
And it echoes in your mind
Like a bad dream

The murmur in your nerves
That mostly goes unheard
Is growing louder

You wish it wasn’t true
But you can’t find any proof
That let’s you doubt it

(Let me out!
Something’s shouting inside you
A faceless crowd
Watches all that you do
You dig deep down
Inside yourself for an arrow
To lead you out
Of this whirlpool...)

They say there’s no
Place for this in the grid
Didn’t you know?
When you came into this
There was no hole to go
When you got lost from your soul

Ever get the feeling that
The world has got you trapped
In a bad place?

With a bunch of little spies
Who are perpetrating lies
In a rat maze?

There are people on the street
Who can also see the cheat
They’re not blind yet

Buried in your mind
Is a kind of guiding line
That can find them



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