This ain't no time to go to sleep.
So who's gonna sing a song of faith if no one prays for anything
that can't be bought and sold?
And who's gonna tell the story straight? Does anyone believe there's still a story to be told?
Somewhere along the line you just stopped walking when the undercurrent got too strong.
Someday a lonely busker will come
knocking with a soft and long forgotten song. You've got no one to follow, and no one will follow you.
Ain't that a relief?That everything and everyone must
grow in opposition to resistance and contradiction... This ain't no time to go to sleep.