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State of Urgency
What are we
And the potential that follows through
Drifting away and along
In the time it takes to recognize you
And what have we decided
On top of all things decided before interference
We've changed nothing
And have become nothing more
Then what we were meant to be
The eternal
The experiment
The visceral impurity
On the inside is our burial site
What have we caused
Nothing less then expected
We've deconstructed as we reassemble
And what have we to show
Several million unhappy people
All speaking their muffled voices
At the same time
And what do we hear of these pleas
The ones that we choose to comprehend
And the ones that actually matter
I am of the solo plain and dimension
I view others as I would view a television screen
And assume that all of it is lies
Laughing from time to time, falling ill
Opinions stay strong as the presenters become frail
Immediately we must strain ourselves
To invent a new way to protect ourselves
And disregard the rest
After so many years, so many walls torn down
It seems we've run out of faultless ideas
And, from what anyone could see
They've been replaced by an extreme need
That can never be satisfied.
