life is a tragedy
no hope
no fix
no peace
no solutions
rid the mind of such fallacies
nowhere does there exist a place
of peace and harmony
a saving grace is as plausible as a god with good intent
the clock is ticking
the finger on the trigger is itching
a tumorous ideal enters its remission
descend
of broken hopes and dreams
and loss we can't redeem
emerges acceptance of defeat
no amount of sorrow could restore
all the ashes to their form
of bliss and harmony
the sooner these terms are come to
the more life there will be to live
we've placed these restraints on ourselves
surely we can remove them
break these chains
eradicate the spawn of denial
fuck their claims
silence the voice of the vile
give it up
let it go
end the misery
happiness is found
in the void of belief
once again it's time to descend
of broken hopes and dreams
and loss we can't redeem
emerges acceptance of defeat
no amount of sorrow could restore
all the ashes to their form
of bliss and harmony
a reason to grieve remains unseen
the distance between truth and belief
made obsolete
acknowledgement and acceptance
of our failures as a species
could very well be the next step in evolution
the truth will liberate you
whereas denial has you in shackles
trapped as the world burns around you
Wonderful dramatic opening, the voice of a black woman in all her honesty, vulnerability and openess. And then one of the fiercest tracks of Zulu, total hardcore: 'Now they are through with me', full of twists and turns, and suddenly ending in a kind of soul-track, brilliant! This is 21st century music at it's best. The end lecture is dramatic and disturbing, spoken again by a black woman. Makes you think. Hesperus