Watch the futures
Morphing of the lands
Separations, destruction by the hands
I thought 100 times that I believed in more
But the simplicity is chalking up the score
We survive only by our nature
Basic cells forming nomenclature
1,000,000 years I'll be the burning mud
And all the agony is useless as our blood
Hunters, gatherers, rolled up into plaster
Psychotic visions, of an ecclesiastic master
I know the day has come, we're looking down a hole
And all the commonwealth is going out the door
So we sit molded in our minds
Folded limbs, turning through the times
I thought 100 times that I believed in more.
but now I lighten up and wait for what's in store.


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Fools Fold Their Hands (Grievous Evils Under the Sun) song meanings
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    General CommentIf it's not obvious enough, nothing matters. Politics doesn't matter. Religion doesn't matter. You don't even matter. It's a miracle enough that we're alive. It's no use getting distracted by politics, religion, being angry at stuff, or any other bullshit. Nothing is going to last anyway. So have a good time while you can because that's all you can do.

    I would say that this song and the rest of the album is life-changing, but I was already thinking that way so I couldn't change.
    Fuzzs4thDreamon August 28, 2017   Link

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