Jason Webley - Eleutheria lyrics

There are strings strung from a hand They extend to every point across this land And the ants keep moving fast They just blink and nod while miracles slip past There's a face, unearthly clean That stares up at me from every magazine Computer screens and concrete lines I think I might let my subscription slide There's this song stuck in my brain With the unrelenting pulse of the inane And the words go tra-la-la Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-da-da There's a tick and there's a tock They pursue like Hare Krishnas while I walk Storefront signs broadcast the time I think I might let my subscription slide There are words hung in the sky That the crazy children hum while they walk by Human souls on sale for dimes In a game of chutes and ladders run by mimes There's this voice, it won't shut up Says I should spill my juice and overflow the cup You've got rules and I've got mine I think I might let my subscription slide There are rules and we all subscribe I think I'm gonna let my subscription slide