Human Era - Horrorshow

Here we go, on the arc of the high and the low

The tipping point of the to and the fro

Though the seed blossoms slow

It is now as it was long ago

You reap what you sow

And the wind still blows, the fire still burns

And the water still flows

Buried in the earth where the life still grows

The heart still knows, and it tell you where to go

So I crossed over mountains and I sat above the plains

Couldn’t shake the feeling that I’m part of something strange

Off white glazed eyes under my shades

Gotta embrace the chaos and just leave it up to fate

Whether buildings suffocate the sky and hide it from me

Or the land stretches flat for as far as the eye can see

Lines run deep, from the ancient dust of the red centre

To the grey pavement of the inner city trendsetters

The newest era of the human error

The water still flows

The wind still blows

The life still grows

The heart still knows and on and on it goes

While the world conspires we try to read the omens

See the form take shape as power changes hands

It’s the human era made of fleeting moments

As the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand

So we figure-eight just going through the motions

Snap shots coming in and out of focus

The Mayans, Aztecs and the Romans

Each seized their moment to bear the onus

What’s spanned across time and places

Gets left behind in faint traces

Throughout the ages, the sands of time shift

As we drift just looking for that oasis, chasing

The rise and fall of all things big and small

We sit poised in the middle of it all

The rise and fall of all things big and small

We sit poised in the middle of it all

The rise and fall of all things big and small

We sit poised in the middle of it all

The rise and fall of all things big and small

We sit poised in the middle of it all

The rise and fall of all things big and small

We sit poised in the middle of it all

The rise and fall of all things big and small

We sit poised in the middle of it all

The rise and fall of all things big and small

We sit poised in the middle of it all

The rise and fall of all things big and small

We sit poised in the middle of it all

While the world conspires we try to read the omens

See the form take shape as power changes hands

It’s the human era made of fleeting moments

As the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand