Busdriver:

I've been a centrifuge
for inner tubes
of blood samples
pinching the
mother countries
love handles
scraping knees
on baby teeth
of the pious
all their bodies
dumped at sea
for being defiant

(they caress their fins
their names in the wind
we'll be one within)

raise your hand
lace the thread
for our flag
we're going in
our broken skins
just a ruptured bag
we co-defend
against the whim
of the cloaked and mad
sharpened spear heads
even though we're near dead
we flee their labs

(caress our wings
held in a sling
we'll be one within)

bitter peeps
litter streets
with legislation
between the politics
my empathy's bottomless
and my head is aching
who am I
but a cog
in competing viewpoints
but if I
spread these wings
I'll have a new voice

(caress our wings
held in a sling
we'll be one within)

Child Actor (chorus) :
When It's all been said and done
at least we'll say
we learned from the masters
we always knew that we could be like them
forgotten
gone forever


Onry Ozzborn:
This mother load is too much to bare for some
nobody wanna be a God and run
the oceans and the sunsets
the animals and tulips
those other animals that we call humans
influenced by lucid

Ceschi:
dreaming of futures and beauty
even when tragedy's looming
over head
confronting doom and moving

Onry Ozzborn:
elusive demons as companions
walking along the cobblestone beside you
hand in hand
and sharing a pair of eyes
also the legs and brain
siamese are the wise
identical
same pain
explanation not known

Ceschi:
long gone
all of us sang these songs
that'll be tossed into the fog
forgotten fall

Onry Ozzborn:
nor understood
but still sane
tower of Babylon communicate
block away
we pigeons on a balcony fighting for spare change
rearranging our lives
a shuffled
tarot card game

Ceschi:
what a fucking shame
that all that we're fighting for's
falling in a pit or a violent storm
but we'll never quit
we've been

Onry Ozzborn:
close to the end but no
beginning coming close
offer a sacrifice to those who don't want to approach
ask and you may receive
everything that you need
oil lamps for a steed that you about to ride in on
proceed

Max Heath & Sedgie Ogilvy (chorus) :
When It's all been said and done
at least we'll say
we learned from the masters
we always knew that we could be like them
forgotten
gone forever