We send our letters let us sign away for better things petition these we hope to say the things they'll never read
its strange the pacifists, that claim to all be activists , they're packing up their picket signs to picnic in the park
And politicians well they power through their palaces the fallacy of phalluses we dont bite we only bark-
it is a helplessness it is a hell of worthlessness that 80 men can't work with us just leave us in the dark

It's Like Running, Through Honey.
(Jon)
We'll cut our nose to spite our face, we're running in human race, the crazy ones have set the pace and we're coming second last
We haven't heard the starting gun, the signal that we need to run. As shots are being fired, we're so blissfully surpassed
The weakest of the weak will all be dead within a week and while their bodies all get buried someone smiles from ear to ear.
So all aboard the gravy train, it'll show you to your grave again and then gradually you'll grow into the clothes you want to wear

It's Like Running, Through Honey.
(Jon)
like climbing up a mountain while your shoes are made of lead
or trying to tread water while your stillfully dressed
or walking round in circles when theres somewhere you should be
the man who breaks the circle with a different path that set's you free

(I dont tend to use these inhibitions anymore
I crumble down, i write it off, i fall apart
how to wake myself to stepping out there anymore
I am a cloud, what a swamp , I'm a marsh)

I've seen the sun retreat behind the sea a thousand times and as we burn away our eyes we gaze into the west.
The blind leading the blind might mean the blind will fall behind but in the night the blind will prosper and then swell beyond the rest
We'll hold the corners of our flags and fold them into younger hands and maybe then they'll understand the fight we fight.
And when the sun will rise at least, our eyes adjust, the more we'll see We'll take back all the ground wre lost, head east into the night-

It's Like Running, Through Honey.