Silent Recollection

Appalachian station, waiting on a train
Warp speed genocide, over to the side
Mass market and toned mess, lift it all so high
Silent dedication to a god that let a bird fly

In genius relegations, transfixed for all to see
Metamorphosizing all that goes down naturally
All indelicate rewardings, a patting on the back
Silent recollections of a past that won't come back
It never will, and that is so

Leave it, walk away, let it go
Tune into what moves inside you, bring it out, let it flow

The changing of the guards, the clanging of the bells
The ticking of the clock, yeah, sometimes it's hard to tell

The changing of the guards, the clanging of the bells
The ticking of the clock, yeah, sometimes it's hard to tell
Where love and life and hate will take us

The ticking of the clock, yeah, sometimes it's hard to tell
Where love and life and hate will take us
Will take us