Seven O'Clock

7 o'clock in the morning, got a message from afar

Down under an oasis where there are dreams still being born

And summer spoke to winter, relaying all encouraging words

And I was fully grateful mutant messages were heard

Moved on from my despondency and left it in the bed

Do I leave it there still sleeping or maybe kill it better yet?

For this is no time for depression or self indulgent hesitance

This fucked-up situation calls for all hands, hands on deck

Freedom is as freedom does and freedom is a verb

They giveth and they taketh and you fight to keep that what you've earned

We saw the destination, got so close before it turned

Swim sideways from this undertow and do not be deterred

FLOODLIGHT DREAMS GO DRIFTING PAST

ALL THE LINES WE COULD'VE HAD

DISTANT LOVES FLOATING ABOVE

CLOSE THESE EYES, THEY'VE SEEN ENOUGH

Caught the butterfly, broke its wings then put it on display

While stripped of all its beauty once it could not fly high away

Still alive like a passer-by overdosed on gamma rays

Another "God's" creation destined to be thrown away

Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse they forged the North and West

Then you got Sitting Bullshit as our sitting president

While talking to his mirror, what's he say, what's it say back?

A tragedy of errors, who'll be last to have a laugh?

HIS BEST DAYS GONE, HARD TO ADMIT

THROWING ANGRY PUNCHES WITH NOTHING TO HIT

LUMINOUS THOUGHTS WERE ONCE ALL HE HAD

FADING LIGHTS, LOST ELOQUENCE

THERE'S STILL A FIRE IN THE ENGINE ROOM

KNOWS RELIEF WILL BE COMING SOON

What's to be done?

Carve a path for Rivers reign

Much to be done

Oceans rising with the waves

Oh, held by these thoughts

They refuse to slip away

Oh, hangman in dreamland

About to call your name

MUCH TO BE DONE... MUCH TO BE

MUCH TO BE DONE... MUCH TO BE

MUCH TO BE DONE... MUCH TO BE

MUCH TO BE DONE