A crude cell phone recording of the first song I've written.  

Lyrics:  
Leave the daydream,
there are graves to be tilled.  
Lingering eyes will get you grief,
too many questions get you killed.
Seek your change and you'll chase away
the creature comforts of complacence.  
Show devotion, and make no sound
You are gagged and bound
to be rewarded for your patience.  

Woe upon we lycanthropes
hiding beneath our spun wool coats,
far too scared to bare our teeth,
safer to abide and bleat.  

We graze beside the bullets,
we lean from the push and pull it,
we spend whole lives in collective sighs
For change will come, by and by.  

The pack misguides, but the lonewolf dies.
What is one to do in order to survive?  

We gotta break this stasis to make amends,
cause though at times it's wise to plant our feet,
it costs us something to just dig in.  
But if the pissed off take to trying,
and the pistons get to firing,
Then this machine could go screw loose
and reassemble into something new.  

We're the potential in the wheel
and the powder in the bullet.  
We're the feigners of forward progress,
staring down this only round of Russian roulette.  

Opportunity passes us by,
with our eyes to ground and our heads in the sky.
We'll consider our options after we die.  
Hallelujah, hallelujah, by and by.  

(chorus)  

Well we're damned if we do.  
And we're damned if we don't.  
We're all just waiting for this storm to pass.
It won't.   


ConsiderTheOctopus