The Way In - Deca

Well, we’ve made it to shore

But just where are we?

This place looks strange and very unfamiliar

Okay!

I followed the parade, crawled up on the stage

Told 'em what I’d seen, swallowed a grenade

Shot up from the grave, saw the end of days

Drank the yage, and woke up from a dream

I know that love’s supreme above everything

I saw a goddess locked inside a cage and propaganda flash on the projection

screen

Saw F-15s and death machines quell the praises of the most high that angels in

the heavens sing

Saw my own prejudice and deepest fears in a hall of mirrors plagued by the

illusion that we’re separate beings

And our collective sickness manifest through atoms split that strip flesh from

bone and sap the essence from a precious thing

Once upon a time I crashed on the sofa

Money makes the world go round, that’s what they told us

Got em' on the cuff, flipped em fast, met the quota

Then sat back and watched dough stack like pagodas

I followed the parade, strolled with the masses

Shot up from the grave, rose from the ashes

It’s Roddy Piper’s Ray Bans or rose-colored glasses

On the road to Damascus in the throws of controlled madness

I’ve been searchin for my brothers lost mind

Built myself a prison where I’m judged for thought crimes

Behind my eyes a thousand painted birds fly the coop

Driven by their thirst for knowledge and the urge to find the truth (Don't you

see?)

The sequence of events that lead me right here are a mix of sweet dreams and

collective nightmares

A pilgrimage through the vast wilderness

Where lost souls flood rivers with poison to feel like they exist

He who binds to himself a joy

Doth the winged life destroy

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity’s sunrise

Don’t you see?