The Clip As I look at the horizon With the stake at hand Nothing had more power Than the operation to withstand The soldiers dispersed Fifteen hundred made pure Plus women and children The handmaids at the door All colors in the picture All scattered in the land Pieces of a story Nobody could understand A lie so vast Would be deeply opposed No one wants to believe it When the truth gets exposed Agencies and churches Government branches too Building up the framework Of the world they want you to view Don’t tell anybody They’ll think you’re obscene Don’t pull back the curtain Don’t show them what’s been seen The trials were set up Probably just a show Disposed like a circus With nowhere else to go Magicians everywhere With their sleight of hand Pulling little rabbits From the historical sand Look over here Don’t look over there History gets twisted While nobody’s aware The fate of generations Buried in confusion Every answer complicated Every fact another illusion Because the law plays out Despite our protestations Cause and effect Across the generations And the effects continue Until the light comes through Until real illumination Makes the hidden visible to you Nearly a hundred years later Nineteen eighty-four Seems less like fiction And more like a navigator Pointing at the map Saying here’s where we are Here’s the road we traveled Here’s the place We went too far None of us want the illusion That’s the real motivator We don’t want another story We want to know the creator Who built the stage? Who wrote the play? Who moved the pieces And who made us look away? The clip The clip Something holding everything together One little piece Holding the picture in place Pull it out Watch what happens When the structure Loses its brace Only time will tell If it can be undone Only time will tell What we’ve really become But the soldiers mount up The siren has rung The silence is over The waiting is done No more sleight of hand No more puppet show No more manufactured stories Telling us where we can go The horizon is burning The old world is shaking The pieces are moving The foundation is breaking And somewhere beneath it Something is still true Something survived Something waited Something waited for you The clip The clip Pull the clip Watch it all unfold The story isn’t finished The truth isn’t sold Only time will tell If it can be undone But the soldiers mount up The siren has rung And whatever comes next Has already begun.
