Sunday, April 13, 2008

Ages of Cages: Moonchild

Moonchild

Well I’s born a moonchild
I was born a moonchild
That old bright sun ain’t made for me
So I’ll be a nighthawk
I’ll take a night walk
Cause that old bright sun ain’t made for me
Can’t you see?

You got to... lose yourself
Lose yourself now baby
Take off your eye filters
And see what they’ve been keeping from you
You got to... lose yourself
You got to... lose yourself now baby
Take off your eye filters
And see what they’ve been keeping from you

Well I’m an easy rider
I’m an easy rider
That old fast track ain’t made for me
So I’ll be a loner
A stillbirth roamer
Cause that old fast track ain’t made for me
No siree

You got to... lose yourself
Lose yourself now baby
Take off your eye filters
And see what they’ve been keeping from you
You got to... lose yourself
You got to... lose yourself now baby
Take off your eye filters
And see what they’ve been keeping from you

Now won’t you tell me what I’m dying for?
Why do we tear out our guts
What is this bittersweet longing?
This promise we know cannot be kept?

Princesses with their charm bracelets
Boring lives and mummified regrets
Yeah, all their false infinites

Well pardon me if I am weak in the knees
But all that I knew was a circus of flees
I think your world’s too big for me

Flooding ditches and making moats
Hiding in Marinara trench coats
Don’t want hear… what truth has got to say

In our bedrooms locked away
We build hells to lighten the day
Perfecting our human errors

And mothers chained to their mirrors
Fighting off midlife terrors
They’re six feet deep in mascara

This rhetoric of a new era
Galvanized with intent to scare ya
Everyone’s a little institutionalized

TV programs desensitize
Reality’s been monopolized
It’s just another word that’s lost its meaning

And I am still a human being
But now I question everything I’m seeing
Quite the crazy world… we’ve been thrown in

Well I’s born a moonchild
I was born a moonchild, baby
And this crazy new world ain’t made for me
So I’ll be a dreamer
A cruising high beamer
Cause this crazy new world ain’t made for me…
That old fast track ain’t made for me…
That old bright sun ain’t made for me…

Can’t you see?

You got to... lose yourself
Lose yourself now, baby
Take off your eye filters
And see what they’ve been keeping from you
You got to... lose yourself
You got to... lose yourself now, baby
Take off your eye filters
And see what they’ve been keeping from you

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