BIAGTD:

[Written by Ron Mann and Allie Cat Segars]  ©2014 CHA Promotions

Part I – Vortex

Lies written on the tongue, stories to deceive
Walked upon the scene, wanting us to believe
Promises of your dream, better direction to come
Visions of new hope, tainted to and from

Cries the words of the guilty
For the truth must be spoken
Quantum state of the mind
Spinning in circles, slowly pulled in
Cries the words of the guilty
Drawn deeper without escape
Velocity increases center winds
Vortex unveils shadowed shape

Rain turns to sleet, frozen by uncertainty
Left in foggy mist, dazed by unclarity
Walking fine lines, settle for what is told
Wishing for the best, leaving us in the cold

Smelling the thick smoke
Feeling the intense heat
Waiting on hells fire
Avenues of our defeat

Chills on my being, nothing is shared
Abandoned plans, what is compared
Helplessly stranded, forever in the dust
Darkened numbers, our misguided trust

Part II – Reading Propaganda

Anybody, nobody, where we stand
Collated pages, no order
Stinging lines of disorder
Tried, cried, we can’t explain
Hypocrites lack boundary
Hiding behind cowardly
Printed, painted, terms of despair
News with dramatic words
Whisked away with the birds
Guarding, guiding, direction of change
Warrior’s broken minds insane
Where do the people gain

Agendas and outlines linger as a crutch
Blood stained prices of loyalty
Slamming doors in the faces of a child
Destruction of our society

Embers, ashes, fires of flame
Nothing stands in your way
No one questions what you say
Colder, boulder, slipping away
Considering it’s not the same
What are the rules to the game
Preaches, speeches, out of line
Deceitful slips defined
We give our trust in unlined
Receiving, giving, we can’t accept
Another broken concept
Apologist of the upset

Agendas and outlines linger as a crutch
Blood stained prices of loyalty
Slamming doors in the faces of a child
Destruction of our society 

Kingdom, freedom, that’s not fair
Knowing the pain you caused
Distant from the applause
Reading , pleading, as we suffer
Problems that they share
Burdens that they bare
Designs, signs, for the blind
Truths are never revealed
Envelopes that are sealed
Showing, finding, no real meaning
Truth is all we ask
Buried in all your task

Agendas and outlines linger as a crutch
Blood stained prices of loyalty
Slamming doors in the faces of a child
Destruction of our society

Part III – Two Shillings and a Six Pence

Angels fly with broken wings
Burning bridges lie on the ground
Feeling the sting and seeing the wounded
Sorrows shattered all around
Ventures of visions left in powder
Masking of the sketched scene
Outlines drawn with charcoaled lines
Hidden switches plastered in green

Half crown on the rim
Half crown faded dim
Creating defeated positions
Half crown on the edge
Half crown narrow ledge
Passing plotted blind decisions

Meet the same people going up
As you meet on your way down
Appearances dance with unseen partners
Faces reflect a universal frown
Covered by a confused wealth
Leaders believe in royalty
Foolish plans on an empty canvas
Citizens loose all their loyalty

Half crown on the rim
Half crown faded dim
Creating defeated positions
Half crown on the edge
Half crown narrow ledge
Passing plotted blind decisions

Standing tall, filled with pride
Surrounded with comforting staff
Without remorse each picks their choice
Bills written torn in half
Outsiders purchasing our world
Confused on where to go
Force fed ideas linger in the way
Changes destroy what they know

Half crown on the rim
Half crown faded dim
Creating defeated positions
Half crown on the edge
Half crown narrow ledge
Passing plotted blind decisions

Angels fly
Broken wings

Part IV – Lost In A Fog

Isles of puppeteers
Single file walking by
Vacant seats are hollow
Disenchanted ears cry
No longer interested
Empty speeches echoing
Gone are agreements
Dense stillness beckoning
Vultures are voiceless
Enter the dim maze
There’s no forgiveness
Heading into the haze

Fate of the fog
Darkness covering the lands
Seas never rest
Always in emotional hands
Pointing a finger
Directed at someone else
Lost in the fog
Pointing three at yourself

Marching blindly backward
Without any hesitation
Wisemen vision
Their future destination
Seeking happiness
Without bitterness and fear
There’s no turning back
As two doors appear

Fate of the fog
Darkness covering the lands
Seas never rest
Always in emotional hands
Pointing a finger
Directed at someone else
Lost in the fog
Pointing three at yourself