Choked at the Roots - Nux Vomica

Seeds were planted long ago — mistrust

Our natural instincts choked at the roots

Love, sharing, compassion — we lost

Overgrown by fear, greed and envy

So while we learned to cultivate and sow

We also learned to fight and kill

And the blood began to flow

Unchecked desires for power and control

Became the dominant forces in our world

We know what’s right or wrong

Without having to stop and think

And we know when we’ve done wrong

If we listen to our instincts

Yet we tear apart what’s good

And dissect with prejudice

So many positive things

Distracted by the noise, we spend our time collecting toys

Instinct becomes skewed, atrophied from lack of use

The deadening of instinct creates creatures emotionally weak

We are spinning out of control

We’ve got our life support in a chokehold

Soon the time will come

That we face up to what we’ve done

Disconnected from our normal state

We let the tension turn to hate

Beaten down by all the stress

We can’t afford true happiness

Smart enough to see the truth

But out of touch with primal roots

Taught to see a certain way

And to ignore what we can’t see

Now the time has come

That we face up to what we’ve done

The final war that won’t be won

Will be waged without a gun

Without a gun

Armageddon

It won’t be god

It will be us

Now we see a world society

Dominated by poisoned thinking

The signs are all around us that most people don’t want this

But it’s accepted that’s the way things are

And no one is normal in this environment

And no one is healthy with this mental bombardment

And so we’re destroying ourselves

When the judgement comes

It won’t be god, it will be us

Reflected in a pool of oily blood

A murky, shadowy, fractured image

Of what we know

We could be