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Album: Orphans of God
Twenty years on and he still thinks
he'll make a dent on the shrinking world
but the pent-up way it works still stinks
The spinning of wheels has been enough
to keep him occupied, keep him tough
But there's no momentum, just the gravel and the spinning
Those who could help him disappear
saying "wish we could, but we'd interfere"
After all, they have their own careers
Look up, look down,
look out somehow
Look through the blindfold
Shake your fist and bet your soul
You're in the way and the big wheels roll
No one gets on a leaky ship
"Associations weaken one's place in history"
he tells himself
He tells himself they're lame and weak
But he only has himself to blame
for being scatterbrained and quarantined
How can one fool one's self so long
How can one hold the dream so tight
he chokes it and provokes a wrong?
Look up, look down,
lookout somehow
Look through the blindfold
Shake your fist and bet your soul
You're in the way and the big wheels roll
He says "Damn the cool-headed and the setters of goals
who can feel no evil, no heat, no cold
And who wouldn't know passion if it swallowed them whole
To whom true love is a left-brain risk
For whom the giving of life is a needless myth
Who cover their graves with monoliths
Cool heads prevail, and we'll become extinct
Mutants too unfit to wish"
That's the fallout of our fingerprints
Look up, look down, lookout somehow
Look through the blindfold
Shake your fist and bet your soul
You're in the way and the big wheels roll
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