The Weight of the World - Lyrics
From The Ground Up
The careful shape appearing and not hurrying along,
from small beginnings so long ago.
And all above is there to see below.
Lights from beacons guiding our way.
With rhyme and reason we're never to fall astray.
This morning a sunrise, somehow, through cloud.
Creator please take your backseat right now.
The sequences, cascading, classify themselves.
There's movement in the crowd.
Forecast futures, a blank page to fill.
Raised from memory, the structure set to begin.
From small beginnings so long ago.
And all above is there to see below.
This morning a sunrise, somehow through cloud.
Creator please take your backseat right now.
The sequences cascading begin to crawl upstream.
A splitting cell, the spark of life, the power to redeem.
Programme behaviour, a blank page to fill.
Fail safe saviour. A destiny all fulfilled.
As above is so below.
System For Solution
The System For Solution.
The fat man's grand illusion.
To keep the gravy train on the track.
More reason for confusion,
and avoiding retribution.
So i'll take no further part in that.
I choose the real world.
ADVERT
There'll come a time when you'll say:
"However did we live in such a way?"
Facing down tomorrow blind.
Despondently shuffling on and hoping for a sign.
No not me - i'm certain!
I'm tearing back the curtain,
and leaving all there is to chance.
No need for benign dictators,
believing their cause is greater.
A careful underhand advance.
You fear the real world.
ADVERT
The system cares and that's why we say
however can you cope with such disarray?
We recommend that you succumb,
but trust the way the System For Solution gets things done.
Ok....i'll take a look.
Just gathering the facts, so we're not misunderstood.
The first step you find intriguing.
Guess there's no harm in conceding.
The first step you find fascinating.
Guess there's no harm now in conceding.
Guess that there's no harm in conceding now.
In conceding now.
Cognoscenti
Start the day clocking in the humdrum.
Toil and grind alleviate for a while.
Mix things up and see what they'll find.
Stirring trouble!
Talk with signs, as we're the men in the know.
Conceal the joke, buried deep in code.
A hidden layer.
Spread it thin - burst their bubble!
Far away in a quiet corner.
In the distance of the border.
And the man is getting warmer.
Stirring trouble. He is getting warmer.
Day of Release
The Detract Tube is up on the hill,
waiting and still.
A gleaming a strange shape in the moonlight.
Awaiting the day of release.
Joined in belief,
they dream and they pray, and patiently sit tight.
Sun on machine standing high
against a blue sky.
Beginning to hum and wait for the green light.
A face through the glass is watching the crowd,
waiting and proud.
Keeping at bay that this doesn't feel right.
Safe out of range the naysayers scream.
They plot and they scheme to never succumb.
They tell us it's so wrong.
A moment arrived - a flick of a switch.
A feverish pitch.
Time to reveal who was right all along.
Waiting, waiting long!
With stars aligned we're hoping
that nothing can go wrong.
Waiting, waiting here.
Fingers crossed and touch wood
there's nothing we should fear.
Phosphor
After the rain
I can feel
The weight lifting
Deep in the ground
Hollow silence
And they’re waiting
Comb my hair
Breathing out
A slow breath in
Clear my voice
That’s trembling
Counting the hours
And the minutes
Watch the second hand
Turning the dial
Stares from outside
Through the window crack
Thunder’s a sound
There’s no lightning
Only summer birds
The Weight of the World-Part1
Await the curtain call.
A stretch to far that just might be
the breaking of us all.
The trip before our fall
Awaken the pride.
To leap too high and ride into
the hallowed halls of fate.
Destroy and not create.
Tearing mantle.
I feel like cancelling.
I think we agree.
The journey's reached conclusively
the beginning of the end.
Too late to make amends.
Sinking feeling
and no concealing it.
The Weight of the World-Part2
Time to flee
the scene of the crime
Retreating back to the sea.
And the poisoned water.
Way to make your mark!
Hiding in the dark.
It’s forever winter
Can’t ease the regret.
The sickening cold sweat
and the voice in the dreaming
The Weight of the world is returning.
To blur and conceal all the misdemeanours
and slight violations.
The false accusation.
Getting harder to forget
The never ending threat
Of a howling sandstorm.
Huddled in the gloom
A darkening sky looming down
of my own making.
The Weight of the world is returning.
To blur and conceal all the misdemeanours.
The Circle is glowing.
The smog machines turning.
The Weight of the World-Part3
Away it all goes, clearing this up.
Sweeping the dirt under the rug.
You never know what you might find
that's out of sight and out of mind.
Store it away and keep it for that rainy day.
The Weight of the world is returning.
To blur and conceal all the misdemeanours
and slight violations.
The false accusation.
We cling to the edge of a circle,
and fear they'll allege with their fingers pointing.
A small complication.
Awaiting salvation.
Await the curtain call.
A stretch to far that just might be
the making of us all.
To walk before we crawl.
I think we agree.
The journey's reached conclusively
the beginning of the end.
A way to make amends.
A way to let things mend.
