Lyrics Survival - Annette Peacock

Here
Upon now
Let′s blow
Reaches to touch
Above
And all exists by
Devolution
Or catastrophe
Personally
What in me
Unknown
Seeks to be
And struggle
Naturally
Strengthens me
The meaning between the conscious identity
And the
It remains to be seen
Destiny
I exist
Therefore
I am becoming
Science
Which is discovering
That which already exists
And acting as a catalyst
To control the quality and quantity of life
Is a competitive sport between governments
Each one afraid to stop
The economy might suffer or drop
If we don't keep up with the other

Anyway man,
We can′t have catastrophe
On the installment plan
Your generation won't have to pay the price
For our generation's mistakes
That′s how it goes
That′s the breaks
There's no skin off my nose
Still,
Genetic engineering
Is not at all
Endearing to me
While calculating the promise
Remember this
The real of the matter
To shatter tradition makes us feel free
And danger is nourishment for the brain
But tradition is a static defense
Against a chaotic community
And what would we save
By destroying it?
Would we ever be happier than we are
Here
Upon now?

Difference is not equal to inequality
Inequality isn′t even a reality
Just a power play
Don't resist
Don′t believe it
And it won't exist
That don′t mean it'll disappear
But it won't corrupt you, personally
With fear
Any resolution must come from the
Personal revolution

True values in our age
Compete upon stage of
Not better
But more than before
And hey, sons of science
Technology is a groove
But the vast of it will be moved
The more of we risk to lose
By then
Anyone whose hand
Is in the foreseen consequence...

The last of the natural peoples
Are said to be living in the past
Their innocence is no bastion
Against the modern dangers
And inevitable exploitation
Innocence is no protection
They cannot comprehend
The impending future

And age of the individual is over
All elitists are opportunists or idealists
Drawn by the cry of the multitude I
And all systems exist
Because of supply nd demand
On the other hand,
Cars in effect
Is perhaps the only definitive perfection
The dedication to change
The dedication to survive

Here
Upon now
Somewhere
Accidentally balanced
Precariously
Within the hypothesized somehows
Is it green and blue microdots
Still in orbit
As the plot thickens?
There the planets continue to paint
Geometric
Graynesses everywhere
A good artist would know when to stop
Potential management
That is void of peripheral vision
Continue to inspire discontent
Not to mention
The brilliant designer
Actively inventing attractive toys and
More efficient ways
In order to do as yet
Any determined amount of sin
The ineffectual dreamers are still waiting for
The Messiah scientist with some
Essential miracle

But so far this is all there is
There is no place left to go in our lifetime
Holding him so tender in my arms
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace