Motorpsycho The Cuckoo
We swear we're innocent but now that's all illusion
The opium fog just finally seems to clear
Enough to show the cracks, enough to bring confusion
And now our swaggers's swung to fear
The cuckoo settled in, he's busy feeding, growing
He'll be claiming everything we've known
We let him slip right in, how could we thing we knew him?
Now it doesn't feel like home
Pull the curtains back and let the light come shining
Catch him while he's busy putting up his throne
Keep the searchlights on, you better keep them burning
The sun ain't turning him to stone
In our haste to really clean it
We've gone and thrown the baby out
Is this really what we wanted?
Is this what we're all about?
Faced with reality compassion is first to go
Faced with uncertainty some turn unkind
Keeping the fear in check, you die if you don't
Maybe not vigilant, but never blind
Keep holding the mirrors up, Narcissus is holding court
Hope isn't the only thing we might lose today
Invincible empire, with pride comes the fall
Grace isn't the only thing we might lose today
