There’s something in the fringes of your mind

That keeps you up all night

The Spirit of the Ages softly whispering in your head

You’re out of your mind - it says the higher mouth

As in this sorry nation two and two results in shame

I’ve tried to confide in someone

Find shelter from decay

My hand leaned on someone’s

To feel the acid in the taste

But I’m not afraid

And I’m not humane

Our souls float, unaware of the scale of the awakening

The fear is whole, consuming us through the crisis

“The crisis - is a crisis in consciousness, a crisis that cannot any more accept the old norms. Man is still, as he was, brutal, violent, aggressive, competitive, and he has built a society along these lines”