The Cuckoo - MotorPsycho

We swear we’re innocent but now that’s all illusion

The opium fog just finally seems to clear

Enough to show the cracks, enough to bring confusion

And now our swaggers’s swung to fear

The cuckoo settled in, he’s busy feeding, growing

He’ll be claiming everything we’ve known

We let him slip right in, how could we thing we knew him?

Now it doesn’t feel like home

Pull the curtains back and let the light come shining

Catch him while he’s busy putting up his throne

Keep the searchlights on, you better keep them burning

The sun ain’t turning him to stone

In our haste to really clean it

We’ve gone and thrown the baby out

Is this really what we wanted?

Is this what we’re all about?

Faced with reality compassion is first to go

Faced with uncertainty some turn unkind

Keeping the fear in check, you die if you don’t

Maybe not vigilant, but never blind

Keep holding the mirrors up, Narcissus is holding court

Hope isn’t the only thing we might lose today

Invincible empire, with pride comes the fall

Grace isn’t the only thing we might lose today