Prime Mover
Basic elemental instinct to survive Stirs the higher passions Thrill to be alive Alternating currents in a tidewater surge Rational resistance to an unwise urge Anything can happen... From the point of conception To the moment of truth At the point of surrender To the burden of proof From the point of ignition To the final drive The point of the journey is not to arrive Anything can happen... Basic temperamental filters on our eyes Alter our perceptions Lenses polarize Alternating currents force a show of hands Rational responses force a change of plans Anything can happen... From a point on the compass To magnetic north The point of the needle moving back and forth From the point of entry Until the candle is burned The point of departure is not to return Anything can happen... I set the wheels in motion Turn up all the machines Activate the programs And run behind the scene I set the clouds in motion Turn up light and sound Activate the window And watch the world go 'round From the point of conception To the moment of truth At the point of surrender To the burden of proof From the point of ignition To the final drive The point of a journey Is not to arrive Anything can happen...
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
High on the sacred mountain Up the seven thousand stairs In the golden light of autumn There was magic in the air The clouds surrounded the summit The wind blew strong and cold Among the silent temples And the writing carved in gold Somewhere in my instincts The primitive took hold. I stood at the top of the mountain And China sang to me In the peaceful haze of harvest time A song of eternity If you raise your hands to heaven You will live a hundred years I stood there like a mystic Lost in the atmosphere The clouds were suddenly parted For a moment I could see The patterns of the landscape Reaching to the eastern sea I looked upon a presence Spanning forty centuries. I stood at the top of the mountain And China sang to me In the peaceful haze of harvest time A song of eternity I thought of time and distance The hardships of history I heard the hope and the hunger When China sang to me... When China sang to me.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
An ill wind comes arising Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water No singing in the acid rain Red alert Red alert It's so hard to stay together Passing through revolving doors We need someone to talk to And someone to sweep the floors Incomplete Incomplete Chorus The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you... Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a page from the red book Keep them in your sights Red alert Red alert Left and rights of passage Black and whites of youth Who can face the knowledge That the truth is not the truth? Obsolete Absolute Chorus Absalom, Absalom, Absalom
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
He's a rebel and a runner, he's a signal turning green He's a restless, young romantic, wants to run the big machine He's got a problem with his poisons, but you know he'll find a cure He's cleaning up his systems to keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the Old World Man Learning to catch the heat of the Third World Man He's got to make his own mistakes and learn to mend the mess he makes He's old enough to know what's right, but young enough not to choose it He's noble enough to win the world, but weak enough to lose it He's a New World Man He's a radio receiver, tuned to factories and farms He's a writer and a ranger and a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his power, with weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine line and keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the Old World Man Trying to pave the way for the Third World Man He's not concerned with yesterday, he knows constant change is here today He's noble enough to know what's right, but weak enough not to choose it He's wise enough to win the world, but fool enough to lose it He's a New World Man Learning to match the beat of the Old World Man He's learning to catch the heat of the Third World Man He's a New World Man He's a New World Man
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026