As we bury all our heroes

like our hopes and play

Dressing for a funeral

to go to work each day

Selling souls for dollars

Beauty fades to gray

Starving out the artists

For gluttonous ego’s way

It’s hard to know the master

as we star in a twisted play

Chasing after a carrot future

losing the gift of present day

Our black and white duality

Allows no room for gray

Giving power to a one eyed king

the blind have lost our way

Until we see with three eyes

the rainbow trapped in pretty lies

We will always be led astray

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