Survival

Here Upon now Let's blow Reaches to touch Above And all exists by Devolution Or catastrophe Personally What in me Unknown Seeks to be And struggle Naturally Strengthens me The meaning between the conscious identity And the It remains to be seen Destiny I exist Therefore I am becoming Science Which is discovering That which already exists And acting as a catalyst To control the quality and quantity of life Is a competitive sport between governments Each one afraid to stop The economy might suffer or drop If we don't keep up with the other Anyway man, We can't have catastrophe On the installment plan Your generation won't have to pay the price For our generation's mistakes That's how it goes That's the breaks There's no skin off my nose Still, Genetic engineering Is not at all Endearing to me While calculating the promise Remember this The real of the matter To shatter tradition makes us feel free And danger is nourishment for the brain But tradition is a static defense Against a chaotic community And what would we save By destroying it? Would we ever be happier than we are Here Upon now? Difference is not equal to inequality Inequality isn't even a reality Just a power play Don't resist Don't believe it And it won't exist That don't mean it'll disappear But it won't corrupt you, personally With fear Any resolution must come from the Personal revolution True values in our age Compete upon stage of Not better But more than before And hey, sons of science Technology is a groove But the vast of it will be moved The more of we risk to lose By then Anyone whose hand Is in the foreseen consequence... The last of the natural peoples Are said to be living in the past Their innocence is no bastion Against the modern dangers And inevitable exploitation Innocence is no protection They cannot comprehend The impending future And age of the individual is over All elitists are opportunists or idealists Drawn by the cry of the multitude I and all systems exist Because of supply nd demand On the other hand, Cars in effect Is perhaps the only definitive perfection The dedication to change The dedication to survive Here Upon now Somewhere Accidentally balanced Precariously Within the hypothesized somehows Is it green and blue microdots Still in orbit As the plot thickens? There the planets continue to paint Geometric Graynesses everywhere A good artist would know when to stop Potential management That is void of peripheral vision Continue to inspire discontent Not to mention The brilliant designer Actively inventing attractive toys and More efficient ways In order to do as yet Any determined amount of sin The ineffectual dreamers are still waiting for The Messiah scientist with some Essential miracle But so far this is all there is There is no place left to go in our lifetime Holding him so tender in my arms Holy infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace