A boot stamping on a face sets (the) scene For reality openly obscene Taught not to question the roles we are granted Quelling urges of thoughts any grander But I guess that it's hard to see The horizon of a sullied sea When ocean's stirred and the current wrecks And shallow waters cover necks A manufactured permanent consent A vision in two definitions Did Fuller's Spaceship Earth crash and burn? Was Imagine just a song? Can currents change their paths? Withered voices given strength After being kept at length - For tacit credence cause the end - And only then may we ascend Only reaching far behind Leads to rigid state of mind It's never-questioned validity Borders on morbidity So don't look back but fix your eyes Towards wherever change may lie A vision reborn is means to end But as of now we just pretend