The Seed of Doubt (Cover)

Can’t we stop swarming 'round the honey of sweet, hollow lines? Scripted justice from beyond the TV screen, a crafted sign. Though you may buy your peace by just obeying "right face" commands, Can't you hear your own heart weeping in those silent, desperate lands? Spit it out before you swallow poisoned common sense disguised. Just shut your ears to all the maxims that the wealthy have devised. What we want is not some polished, prettied-up and gilded lie, But the muddy, warm, and living truth—don't you feel that deep inside? They say "unite your voices, march ahead," and that may be, But that road should not be paved by someone else's decree. To a rugged place that carries on the wind a scent so new, Where they sneer "You insignificant!"—a place they never knew. The future is for us to paint—don't you believe it's true? Who decreed that life is just to choose from catalogues of bliss, Neatly lined-up happiness confined to lines you must not miss? If they call the courage to step out "madness" or "insane," Then I will live in gladness with that madness, free from chain. Plant the seed of questioning within the soil of your mind. Water it with your own tears—the only kind you'll ever find. When it sprouts upon the barren earth, breaking through the clay, Don't you wish to see that dawning, witness that unfolding day? Let us change—don't wait for worlds to shift upon some distant date. Open wide your eyes and shout a firm "No!" to the system's gate. Just as smallest ripples widen into waves that crest and soar, Never give up, cradle hope, and from this shore, We'll build new vistas, landscapes never seen or known before. A nameless song for nameless souls—can't you hear the rising sound? The strongest weapon ever found, don't you think, in us, abounds? Hey... can you hear it now?