Capsule

[Verse 1]
Sliding up and down our paths
No yellow brick road
Stumbling on the cracks of guilt and sorrow
Turning
Towards a serenade that pulls your heart-strings
Single file parade of soldiers marching

[Chorus]
We don’t know what our strengths hold
We connive to take our holy weaknesses in stride
Take the mighty capsule if you dare
Leave the age of reason to Voltaire

[Verse 2]
Howling telepathic lies that feed our egos
Morning turns to night and then to . . . morrow?
Soaring, towards that bitter age with memories borrowed
Single file parade of L. Frank Baumers

[Chorus]
We don’t know what our strengths hold
We connive to take our holy weaknesses in stride
Take the mighty capsule if you dare
Leave the age of reason to Voltaire

[Verse 3]
Corners . . . will we go around the ones for “success”?
Moving in a town of lows with high crests
Countdown:
Where do legends crawl in troops of grandeur?
Rebels at a bar with notions so “pure”

[Outro Chorus]
We don’t know what our strengths hold
We connive to take our holy weaknesses in stride
Take the mighty capsule if you dare
Leave the age of reason to Voltaire