by Bad Religion

Culture was the seed of proliferation but it has gotten melded
into an inharmonic whole     Consciousness has plagued us and we
cannot shake it    though we think we're in control
       Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our
       helplessness
       There's no vestige of a beginning no prospect of an
       end (Hutton, 1795)
       When we all disintegrate it will all happen again
Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards but they can't
explain why it should slip away
History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we
are rooted in the present day
       If you came to conquer you'll be king for a day
       But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away
       And believe these words you hear when you think your path is
       clear...
             We have no control    We do not understand
             You have no control      You are not in command

[typed by btanaka@well.sf.ca.us