Nothing good will come of this
The tiptoeing over egg shells
When the walls are closing round
A million whispers become a storm
And she stands there beckoning you in
The push
The pull
The ebb
The flow
The stories of
A future that
Now we’ll never know
The conditioning to this and that
As it’s always been
A case of it never being ‘NO!’
So bite down on the bullet
Taste the metallurgy
Wash the feelings out on high spin
Sucking on what they say is medicine
Push the boundaries boy don’t sit still
The push
The pull
The ebb
The flow
The stories of
A future that
Now we’ll never know
The conditioning to this and that
As it’s always been
A case of it never being ‘NO!’
So pull that thread, pull it taut and thin
See what devils come spilling forth
They’ve come to tuck you in
Take what good graces you still have left
And shake things up a touch
The push
The pull
The ebb
The flow
The stories of
A future that
Now we’ll never know
The conditioning to this and that
As it’s always been
A case of it never being ‘NO!’
It’s the fear of letting go
