paroles de chanson We Must Be Sacred - Radio Edit - The Last Poets
Trapped
in
the
skylines
of
florescent
charms,
Warm
and
timid
Touches
being
forced
into
unnatural
acts.
Tears
turning
into
Delicate
muscles
that
caress
the
night
wind
telling
it
of
the
Truth,
telling
it
of
the
pain.
Aren't
we
all
so
very
human
Look,
look
here
comes
the
baddest
dude
on
the
block.
And
I
Turn
around
and
see
neatly
dressed
Death
walking
down
the
Street.
Charming
all
the
grownups
with
a
terrified
smile
While
handing
out
chocolate-covered
crack
lollipops
to
the
Children.
Where
have
all
the
down
studs
gone?
Long
time
Passing.
Jive
whispers
from
neon
lips.
Eldorado
dreams
in
Stagnant
colors.
Rich
men
dancing
with
limp
dolls
in
the
Luxury
of
their
shame.
Their
mouths
foaming
with
dead
Languages
while
democratic
lies
bay
at
the
moon.
Why
must
the
Dark
ages
still
play
games
with
us?
Blind
sprinters
lost
in
a
Moment
of
a
peaceful
masquerade.
Evil
is
an
intruder
but
why
Do
we
let
it
in?
We
have
no
one
to
blame
but
ourselves.
We
Listen
to
the
rhythm,
but
we
never
hear
the
musicians.
We
Elevate
and
praise
the
wise
men
but
get
lost
in
their
wisdom
We
feel
the
passion
and
truth
of
the
poets
but
kill
them
with
Thunderous
applause.
Is
there
anything
not
sacred
anymore?
Is
There
not
anything
not
sacred
anymore?
Honesty,
justice
Freedom.
Freedom,
justice,
honesty.
All
being
devoured
by
Western
imitations
of
life,
liberty
and
the
pursuit
of
Happiness
is
drowning
out
the
tears
of
deception.
If
I
...
If
We
...
had
a
power
so
tender
as
time
maybe
then
we
could
wipe
This
savage
onslaught
from
our
minds.
The
children
dream
from
The
twilight
of
indecision.
We
must
make
their
dreams
come
True.
Let
us
begin
to
talk
to
the
brighter
days
with
our
Eyes.
The
night
belongs.
to
the
softness
of
our
hearts.
The
New
circle
is
beginning.
Will
we
be
there
when
it
ends?
We
Used
to
wonder
why
the
ocean
danced
so
childishly
before
the
Eyes
of
expression.
We
used
to
understand
why
the
grass
Sighed
so
mysteriously
from
the
days
of
winters
gone
by.
Look
Back
fallen
lovers.
How
far
have
we
come?
How
much
further
do
We
have
to
go?
Life
will
never
be
the
same.
It
may
never
Again
be
perfect.
It
may
never
again
be
beautiful.
But
we
Must
try
at
least
to
make
it
normal.
To
be
poets
and
sing
Out
the
joyous
resurrection
of
our
minds.
To
be
poets
and
Charm
the
emptiness
of
this
anticipation.
To
be
poets
and
Comfort
this
gentle
grief
of
our
souls.
To
be
poets
and
bring
Sunshine
to
the
mutiny
of
these
meagre
days.
Peace
will
dance
With
creation
in
the
sadness
of
our
beings
and
everyone's
Uniqueness
will
fall
like
rain
from
the
eyes
of
God
is
a
Friend.
The
phoenix
will
come
from
the
flames
this
time
There
will
be
no
ashes
to
ashes.
Love
must
be
there
when
the
Dust
clears!
Ally
ally
outs
in
free!
Ally
ally
outs
in
Free!
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