I’m standing on the platform following a mad norm
Bodies on the Metrorail top of the dawn
When it’s feet behind the yellow line, people are a mellow kind
Jaded by the ageing of the raided mind
Braided in a bind, sedated by the times
Elated by the fictions and the signs
It’s pleasure by design when you’re tethered to the grind
Measured by the credit you rely
Depending on the roll of the die

A million pieces
A million wars
A million dry bones
A million more


We spend our days in peace relaxing in all our comforts
Jaded beasts are lacking a moral compass
Jettison the spread of sin through relativism
Better the system not with eloquence but evident wisdom
Where will it all, where it all end?
Unfair to be called heirs if we all bend
For some bread to these false fair leaders of men
Prepare all those walls where we can all spend…

A million pieces
A million wars
A million dry bones
A million more

Belhar innie huis
One thing I dig about this lifetime’s fate
Is the fact that love will always conquer hate
We have wars on the rise, acid rain from the skies
People don’t despair, wipe the tears out your eyes
Never mind where you’re from or the colour of your skin
The battle that we fight is the war within
So line up your soldiers, fully load your machines
And blow self-doubt to a million smithereens

A million pieces
A million wars
A million dry bones
A million more