Over the Top

I would rather the firestorms of atmospheres
Than this cruel descent of a thousand years of dream

Into this darkness of this capsule

Than two of our crews will lie suspended cool in their tubes of sleep
The nagging choirs of memory
The tubes and wires squirming from their flesh to machinery
I would have to cut

Such midwifery is but one function of a leader
He's floating in a sack of fluid dark and clear
Sanctuary of space away from Earth
One man stares from the trauma of his birth
Attending to the hypnotapes assuring him
This was reality, a never grim
Oh, our journey's end

Landing itself was nothing
We patched upon a shelf of rock
Selected by the auto-mind
And left the galaxy of dreams behind
And it's all a fable for fountains now
It's all a fable for fountains now
It's all a fable for fountains now

All your childhood dreams, all a fable
For fountains now
For fountains now
Now now
Now now now
Fountains, fountains
All caught up in fountains, fountains
All a fable for fountains now
Come on
Just settle on down

Just a minute now
When you're looking into my eyes
You're looking at your own reflection

And all you see is your disguise
You wear for your own protection

So don't go telling me that you know just when to stop
When to stop
You know you go over the top
Over the top
It's over the top
Over the top
Hey, it's going over the top
Over the top
Over the top
Alright, here it goes

In 1916
They dug the trenches
But we don't need them
We have our own defenses
We don't need no officers
To blow no whistle and scream
Come on you guys, wake up out of your dream
And follow me
'Cause I'm going over the top
Over the top

Follow me over the top
Here goes now
Your country needs you
Hey Kitchener
Don't you know that the Smashers went out with the Beatles?

Give me white feather
Give me white feather
Give me white feather
Hung up on the wire
Give me white feather
Give me white feather
Give me white feather
Hung up on the wire
Hung up on the wire

Strung above wire

Strung above wire

Goodbye genocide