Still blindly we plunge into the web again. Our
hands still soaked with blood soiled straight
through to the skin. Turned the soil still wet
from last time's shallow graves, we remain
entangled in this web of war we've made. 1999
turned about reads triple 6, but do you pale at
the slightest hint of coincidence? If so you're
bound to play a part in all our destruction. If we
believe the myths we create then we are bound to
live them. Still many of us, sick and twisted,
eagerly await our turn to die. We sit obedient
after each atrocity, too desensitized to even cry.
We are bound to what we so foolishly inspected.
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/oZAOthers ensnared by chance into the trap others
have erected. Are we bound to this vicious cycle
of agression and then vengeance by some
uncontrollable flaw in our natural human
condition? If we are but wild animals acting on
some instinctual competition then why is it
leading us onward toward our assured extinction?
No, this web of war is not a part of nature's vast
creation, but the product of mankind's fear of
self and his infatuation with dominance and
destruction and the conquest of all, he fears
himself therefore he will destroy himself in the
end.