No Return, Full Return.

Let's talk about the weather,
local sports or the news,
lets just watch some funny movies,
or just sit in the pews,
because sitting is enough
when its too hard to stand.
I can't seem to find a rock
so I'll sink in the sand.
I'll just take from their hands
when they offer me wool,
push it deep in my eyes,
and eat their food to the full
that they've given to me
after first being laced
with the sedatives thick
so my thoughts are replaced.

That was then.
This is now, I've rejected
All the games,
all the lies they've selected.
And it seems every day to be harder to fight.
And then once upon a time comes a light.
I can see it up ahead,
in the distance
so I go full speed
twenty pistons,
because that little candle I will fan into flame
and bring the truth into light, lies to shame.

I find a whisper.
I find a flickering glow.
I will take them,
I will watch them grow
from a hush to a word until it comes to a shout
from a spark to a flame that sends light all about
and the flames tear apart every thing that I knew,
there is no turning back, I not going to be you.
You're the face that I see in the looking glass
the old person I was, unknowing and crass
who unthinkingly thought the whole world was for me
when that is just not the way it can be.