Inside Out
[Intro]
"30 years ago, society believed that no price was to high, we thought that industry could come at any cost. We cannot afford to pay that price any more."
[Verse 1]
So finally my journey ends
And through this wound my soul can mend
Guilt is my blood
I'm being drained
This is my home, I will stay inside
There's always someone inside
Fighting to get outside
The knowing-right-from-wrong side
Our home is inside
[Verse 2]
I've travelled the world around
In search for some grail of mine
How could I be so blind?
It was always here, inside
I have only some weeks to give
But at last I live
[Verse 3]
Life's just a line of situations
A matter of occasions
And mystic correlations
The work of a machine
[Verse 4]
Here in a world split to nations
We fail to see the relations
Between the wheel and the machine
And of the scars we're leaving inside
I swear there's someone inside
Fighting to get outside
Just give it all an hour
By the concrete lake
[Verse 5]
The higher I am reaching, the closer to the sun
The more I learn, the less I know for sure
For each machine I'm leaving, I find a bigger one
For each step I turn wiser than before...
But it's burning me…
[Outro]
"I dread the day my children will ask me why. I dread the day when I will have to explain to them that people thought it was acceptable to destroy the environment so that we could have jobs. I dread the day I will have to explain to my bright-eyed Joshua, who talks to dogs and listens to the grass screaming, that we were all to busy driving fast cars, rushing our children off to day-care, and finding seniors' homes to our grandparents and listening to the ringing of cash registers
We were all too busy to hear the grass screaming."
"30 years ago, society believed that no price was to high, we thought that industry could come at any cost. We cannot afford to pay that price any more."
[Verse 1]
So finally my journey ends
And through this wound my soul can mend
Guilt is my blood
I'm being drained
This is my home, I will stay inside
There's always someone inside
Fighting to get outside
The knowing-right-from-wrong side
Our home is inside
[Verse 2]
I've travelled the world around
In search for some grail of mine
How could I be so blind?
It was always here, inside
I have only some weeks to give
But at last I live
[Verse 3]
Life's just a line of situations
A matter of occasions
And mystic correlations
The work of a machine
[Verse 4]
Here in a world split to nations
We fail to see the relations
Between the wheel and the machine
And of the scars we're leaving inside
I swear there's someone inside
Fighting to get outside
Just give it all an hour
By the concrete lake
[Verse 5]
The higher I am reaching, the closer to the sun
The more I learn, the less I know for sure
For each machine I'm leaving, I find a bigger one
For each step I turn wiser than before...
But it's burning me…
[Outro]
"I dread the day my children will ask me why. I dread the day when I will have to explain to them that people thought it was acceptable to destroy the environment so that we could have jobs. I dread the day I will have to explain to my bright-eyed Joshua, who talks to dogs and listens to the grass screaming, that we were all to busy driving fast cars, rushing our children off to day-care, and finding seniors' homes to our grandparents and listening to the ringing of cash registers
We were all too busy to hear the grass screaming."