The Maze


The Maze

Cool misty morning, another late sunrise.
The morning paper says the temperature will rise.
We're off and running, gotta make it pay.
The wheels of commerce spin a web
for the New World Order slave.

You've got your diamond rings 
and you've got your walking dog.
You've got most everything,
but you haven't got it all.

You fight the freeway traffic home
as you listen to the news,
of fighting elsewhere in the world
and the brand of bombs they use.

Safe at home try to relax, try to forget.
Watch the name brand universe 
on your name brand TV set.
You're told we fight for freedom;
we've got to fight for peace.
You've got to fight your neighbor in court
if his dog ain't on a leash.

So let go of tomorrow
Let go of today
Let go my beating heart
from fists clenched in rage

Johnny needs new glasses, Sally needs new shoes.
See them off to school today, watch them be abused.
They'll pledge allegiance to a blood stained, burning flag.
You'll crawl back in the maze, for the comfort it provides.

What do you tell them? What can you say?
You know there's nothing you can do,
because it's always been that way.

So tear down the banners, take down the flags.
Tear out the empty pages of your manufactured pride.

Let go of tomorrow
Let go of today
Let go my beating heart
Let go my tears of rage
Let go my beating heart
Let go my tears of rage

© Mark Gregory Petrie / Mystic Dream Merchants Publishing / ASCAP