Days Of The White Owl

The skies, swirle in a marble haze

I gaze across the land, with a sense of loss

Are we down, in the game

Do we get in

Wave the white flag, frantically

No, no, no

Where do we go now

The corporate nightmare, sprouts like weeds

As we ignore, oh so conveniently

Like a coloring book, this land

We color in, with chains of stores and homes and businesses

What have we done

No, no, no

Where do we go now

The white owl glides across the summer sun

Death lurks near, I fear for this kingdom

Abused, raped and ignored

Left to rot by the wicked sins that we cherishas progress forward

I witness, this self destruction of our race

I fear the futureand it's shaping face

I can't help but dwell, on our spiral down

What does it mean for myself, our race, and the future that we own

No, no, no

Where do we go now