SPOOL

Turn another turn... Turn another turn... spool I think therefore I am, familiar to most? How long did we eat the seed planted by our host? 4 billion years between our ears, still hatred brings as many tears. Still we judge each other... why when we're only looking for the same high, same high? Grind time for old misconceptions. Roll out new scenery as per suggestion. Won't salute you. Won't desert you. Won't be a prisoner of assumption anymore. Does language define us? Is reality... words? How for do we appear to be... is the measure of ... scope. But... with our junkie soul we face the need, of nature's planned dependency. Don't hold contempt for ecstasy, just... mourn the dead... on the (national) screen, mourn the dead... on the screen, mourn the dead on the screen, mourn the dead... as they scream. Grind time for old misconceptions. Roll out new scenery as per suggestion. Won't salute you. Won't desert you. Turn another turn (spOOL) Turn another turn (spOOL) Turn another turn Don't need persuading by the status quo. We can make changes. If we open up we'll see... the history they sell us holds the structure firm, reinforce the mold. We need to strip it all away... And let the spOOL turn, turn, another turn, another turn. Watch it turn, watch it turn. What we'll learn. Grind time for old misconceptions. Roll out new scenery as per suggestion. Won't salute you. Won't desert you. Turn another turn (spOOL) Turn another turn (spOOL) Turn another turn (spOOL) Push away what they're selling me, realize what we need to be. Focus on a strategy to open up our minds and then, together... (turn another turn.)