Witness (US-PA) - Prophets of the Present lyrics

Lately every song has been written by one pen All searching for the meaning that might justify the end Spending time, a**embling rhymes In an effort to remove the pressure against the grooves of records And you could better yourself, you could treasure the wealth Of wetting the felt with blood and expressing yourself And it looks good on paper and it sounds good on tape But let a third ear hear what you use to escape and wait That band-aid don't stick no more Those lips taste like they've been kissed before You'll remember that rhyme you defined as gorgeous When you're thumbing a thesaurus in order to mold a chorus Every lightbulb is controlled by a light switch That's why you never show it to those you share life with Peace if they like it and likely that they'll hate it Because nobody plays music anymore, they play favorites Crumpled pages are monuments of attempts to document a race that existed when they still had oxygen The occupants were ignorant in their a**umptions That the swan that they k**ed for the quill meant nothing Something whispered to me just a moment ago I froze breathing stifled as I rifled through notes I scribe in black and white and my subject matter is grey Like the sky of a mailman on St. Valentines day I'm confining my clay to a mold that they can't break Definition man-shape, cleft chin with strong handshake Who knew the polar opposite constructed such a titan Not every kite that sails can catch lightning and though you might prevail You're still frightened, because the tempest ain't tortured enough for a second striking It's a clutch you state, but such escapes, won't make the dead horse you're beating resuscitate Catch flies with a mixture of honey and vinegar And if it doesn't represent, don't include your signature And if getting hurt is a muse, she's sleeping around Took more that a spark to move the phoenix from the ground Let this be my message to the prophets of the present And the writers of the world who never got to grab a pen