Part 1: Saturn's Returns


I'm wearing clothes for the morning
My stance is a cocoon
My whole body is just a shell of me
For my heart has left the room

My soul left before my heart
They are waiting for my mind
And when they have the all of me
There'll be nothing left behind


Part 2: AEIOU


I’ve been thinking about this life we are living

And I don’t know if I’m ever going to figure it out

And I’ve been wondering about this path we are wandering

And sure enough I’m still wondering where we are aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.

People talking but our minds go walking

Do we ever listen honestly?

People looking but our eyes are merely blinking

Oh tell me is something that we really seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

Trapped by fear and hemmed in by life

We’re fed a daily diet of lies

Peoples’ greeds and socities’ needs

Are miseducated and they make me want to criiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiy.

There seems to be confusion about the mental constitution

Of the people who lead from the top

Well when are we going to realise that it really isn’t a surprise

That even at death they do not stoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop?

We’ve been teaching wrongs and not been doing rights

And led to this state of severe untruth

You’d think we’d have learnt by now

But somehow still manage to screw up what we do between me and youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

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Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

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You told me I was stupid and my mind had nothing in it

Well I’ve learnt enough to know that you were wrong

I spent my life observing you and have so much I’d like to say to you

So I started to write these songs fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffor aeiou.


Part 3: Dimension What, Degnared?


Where, oh where are we

Oh please can you tell me what is this dimension that I see

So flat, so out of key

Oh please can you tell me what is reality

This gift, this gift of life

Turned instead to war and strife

The rich, the powers that be

Oh please tell me what are they doing to you and me

Miseducated, afraid to work

Minds scared, hands afraid of dirt

Eyes closed tight, so blind to see

Hearts trapped, minds closed, blinkered ignorantly

Cold, unfeeling with fear to feel

Or even face up to what it is that we have all made real

People on the streets waving arms in the air

Too many lives torn apart by the few who do not care

Oh, where, oh where are we,

Oh please tell me what is this dimension that I see

And when, when are we going to change

This blurred reality that we have made so deranged

For where, oh where am I

So very sick and tired of all the lies

And where, oh where are you

Amidst the very little things that you do?