Dignity Of Labour The Shape Of Things To Come
Picture an ocean of pleasure and care
One can dive to the bottom
Never come up for air
Or filling valleys with mountains and meandering
streams
Which carry a flood of incredible dreams
To cities covered in sun from building to street
Where the vagabonds dance to a tectonic beat
Or find a passionate storm within a desert soul
The climate is changing from pole to pole
There's a time approaching
Nthing of its kind
To elevate your body, resurrect your mind
Carve your own path
Strike a blow to a different drum
But don't deny the shape
The shape of things to come
Imagine a world where the visions run free
And the colors unite into a resident sea
Where no one's an island
Nor lost in a crowd
The message is pure and coming out loud
In the depths of all time, the calendar still
No need for a cure
Solution or pill
For an outbreak of love where the dying rejoice
In the grip of disease
Is this not a choice?
There's a time approaching, nothing of its kind
To elevate your body, resurrect your mind
Doesn't matter why you are
Where you come from
But don't deny the shape
The shape of things to come