Earth, the Prism
Florescent lights hang overhead,
The stars have stepped down to make room for synthesizers.
Pollution of our skies has taken my smile.
Giving up so soon, when we've only begun?
But why, you abandon all hope.
No more, no less have found
Themselves slaves to the neon that hides the truth.
No more dark to show the light,
We have become the moon.
No more television for me tonight,
Don't shut my eyes to what's true.
Since when was the world so nocturnal,
I want to see at night.
Insomniac nation,
Constant filtration of beauty
In a quickly waning skyline.
Persuade the moon to shine again,
And quickly turn your eyes
To see the light without our gods,
with no neon to hide the truth.
Drunken words melt my heart,
Only pity shown for a world without light from the sky.
The heavens above us glow with beauty,
Yet we ignore them to make ourselves more grand.
So make yourself feel important.
Make yourself feel good.
I'm on the last ship for the moon.
©Ben Morse 2005
The stars have stepped down to make room for synthesizers.
Pollution of our skies has taken my smile.
Giving up so soon, when we've only begun?
But why, you abandon all hope.
No more, no less have found
Themselves slaves to the neon that hides the truth.
No more dark to show the light,
We have become the moon.
No more television for me tonight,
Don't shut my eyes to what's true.
Since when was the world so nocturnal,
I want to see at night.
Insomniac nation,
Constant filtration of beauty
In a quickly waning skyline.
Persuade the moon to shine again,
And quickly turn your eyes
To see the light without our gods,
with no neon to hide the truth.
Drunken words melt my heart,
Only pity shown for a world without light from the sky.
The heavens above us glow with beauty,
Yet we ignore them to make ourselves more grand.
So make yourself feel important.
Make yourself feel good.
I'm on the last ship for the moon.
©Ben Morse 2005