The Beginning of The End of The Beginning
The Beginning of the End of the Beginning
Where do I start? My Lord, Where do I start?
From Corrupt air I breathe? Or the cynical water I drink? Perhaps frustrated food I eat or even polluted people I meet...where do I start? My Lord, where do I start?
My special effects car has made the rays of the sun hazy, my artistic fridge has made holes in the ozone, of course this makes some people crazy
My friendly air conditioner has made general weather a bit lazy
Everyone blames me and yet I am not being cagey, I am asking you….where do I start? My lord, where do I start?
I bribed the cop who caught me stealing; I greased the palms to accelerate my bank account's healing
For some, I bought pleasure, For Some I brought pain
I worked through the day, and kept the goodnight sleep at bay
And yet no one is happy, no one is gay
I wonder if all this is in vain
Again, where do I start? My lord where do I start?
I touch my keyboard more than my wife; I can see the pressure in my veins rise but not the rate of farmers’ suicides, I can feel the comfort in becoming nuclear but can not feel the rage of the storm brewing near…
are my nerves getting numb? Am I loosing my sight?
Standing underneath my tall building when I couldn’t see even an inch of God’s blue sky, I knew I must be turning blind..
This seems like the end but it could be the beginning
I have come so far and yet my toes are not even tingling
Were all these years just a fling? My lord, were you playing with my feelings?
Where do I start? My lord, where do I start - The beginning of the End of The beginning