All by themselves

A million years of slavery
a century of usury
a highway full of information
that's no bloody use to me

The images of emptiness
the soundtrack of all misery
a network of inanity
sounds like a bloody mess to me

      and the promises we make
      they simply seem to break
      all by themselves
      yes all the promises we make
      they simply seem to break
      all by themselves

the times and lives and loves of god
the give and take and fate of man
the drudgery of days and years
of us doing what we can

the loss of all that's dear to you
the price of yet another car
the castles in the clouds on high
mysteries of where we are
       
        refr.

1995.