Desperate Times, Mediocre Measures

Sitting here just sipping on a Courvoisier Slipping deeper into a suspicion that everything ends the same Each man might have a mission to just advance his position Any fault on a decision, the competition's to game How much kindness is left at the top, though When you have a say of a child's fate a hundred miles away? Power can only make power stop So there seems to be a monopoly of power in every type of way Old ideas can't simply step aside When they built the rules in which our world resides And, hence, the cost of possessing the eyes That witness the confines and qualities of time The weight of truth that's really not benign When you possess the eyes that create their own divine Be glad to simply be given the time To cultivate the love by which we must survive Consciousness could simply be caution confined in constant etymologies of thought In proportion to what is displayed Experience, an inherent inheritance, a defence against all the questions The gift of foresight can't help but display How much can you trust mans at the top, though When he makes a play for a piece of land a hundred miles away? What good is left when you get to the top, though When you have a say of decisions made a hundred miles away? Does he have mind to concede his place, though When position pays in the workings of this game? Will he let you supersede his place? No He'll put you on the payroll and send you on your way Old ideas can't simply step aside When they built the rules in which our world resides And, hence, the cost of possessing the eyes That witness the confines and qualities of time The weight of truth that's really not benign When you possess the eyes that create their own divine Be glad to simply be given the time To cultivate the love by which we must survive Old ideas can't simply step aside When they built the rules in which our world resides And, hence, the cost of possessing the eyes That witness the confines and qualities of time The weight of truth that's really not benign When you possess the eyes that create their own divine Be glad to simply be given the time To cultivate the love by which we must survive