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When the discoverers claimed territory And the writers described their pain The nightmare that was and to the future that is now All we ever needed was water Then came the gods, the luxury and politics A homely house and a meaningful job Dependent on access to clean drinking water Our security is in water Our physical our economics and want of means Water as propellant From one to another Our future chain is in water

Don't pretend that you don't know When you are everything When you cannot stop As beautiful as you may be Hiding in your room In fear of your salvation Knowing that any fall could do it Who will you replace? Where are they hiding? In this sacred grotto Waiting to be found But too shy to let it be known And so I leap In my ownness In readiness of assault And waiting for the fall to end

Never mind my bad breath Welcome to my house This place where I never did feel at home I'm rotted by the bad news stuff My assumptions are forever waiting  Never did I gain the skills to control this space It was not like this when I was young Once I wanted to depart and escape It looked so much fun to jump right in But it now seems a lost cause I'm medicated from day to night  Walking from pillar to post I'm rotted and want to be alone I'm buried under a ton of grief Hating for what I have become Never did I care  Never was I interested Never was I present  My story of loss This life of fear and apprehension

Restoration of the ideal The Liberatores Why, this is violence? Et tu, Brute? We are once again free

The more rational The morally better To be both  Pleasing and analytical Disturbance Revolt The struggle for liberty The Church and the Aristocracy Seize the cathedral's bells and push open the city gates